Chi Ali Chi Ali Vs Vanilli Shake Lyrics

Chi Ali Vs Vanilli Shake Lyrics

feat. Vanilli Shake 

  

 (Vanilli Shake) 

 I glide into this, clench fist don't miss 

 Sucks get dissed and scratched from my list 

 I break mic stands, raise hands for the next up 

 I pump ki's, glock g's, so don't flex up 

 Just lend me your ear drum, so it can hear some 

 Shit rocked hard, unscarred, I don't fear none 

 Unperplexed, who's next in the spot light 

 Ya swing with this and prepare for a dog fight 

 Cause I raise knots, blood clots, like dreadlocks 

 Him and approve this, nah cause a fed not, top secret sucka 

 I think cause I planned this 

 Fierce attack, fast break like a mantis 

 Can this be madness 

 Has my mind snapped 

 No matter whoever moves gets popped a kap 

 Cause I make money and... 

 Take honeys and... 

 Let off more eggs than the Easter Bunny and... 

 As I drop a hit, you should just think and sit 

 Cause when it comes to flippin, I'm on some ol ill shit 

 Don't like to share, no next, just stare 

 No one can get a piece of this ill ass lion hare 

 The king of all cats 

 I swing mics, not bats 

 And never stick it in without the perfeclactict 

 Not to tax it, it means ill wax it 

 Slam it in my pocket, buy weed, don't try to knock it 

 So give me a break, not check 1 2 3 

 Vanilli Shake is thru 

 And here comes the Chi-Ali 

 (oh sucka, stay in ya place) 

  

 (Chi-Ali) 

 Chi-Ali is the name, just in case you don't know 

 You think ya heard it before 

 But can't remember shit from the prmo 

 A short brown brother, I dress real swell 

 Ya didn't hear me for awhile, so you thought I fell 

 Nah, I took a vacation, but know I'm back 

 To get my props, and dismiss those who lack 

 The skills it takes to be a microphone ripper 

 You may be dip, but I'm a tad bit dipper 

 You may be flip, but yo, I am the flipper 

 And if you think I'm lying 

 Ask your girl, I stripped her 

 Anyway, don't want to get too deep 

 Peace to the native tongue from the J.B.'s to the Black Sheep 

 And a special thanks to the founder of this 

 My manager and my partner Baby Chris 

 My crew in section 1, mu cousin Nonyay 

 I don't care how I look, I am not from Bombay 

 Nor Puerto Rico, Chi ain't short for chico 

 When fill a mill to throw on a hood ????? 

 Or a Malcolm X tape, when I'm out here I wear my cape 

 And all those who use to diss me, is catching the vaps 

  

  

 (Vanilli Shake) 

 Sifting thru the rubble, I discovered your bumps 

 Remains of your body, from the war with the tone 

 I trapped you like prey 

 and ate you alive 

 I am the champ and you take the dive 

 Cause it's you I defeated, our battle you lost 

 You wanted quick fame, and now you paying the cost 

 Because ah... ya got me started 

 I lost control, now Chi-Ali is my ?, and I own his soul 

 You coming here was a blunder, so now you wonder 

 Why'd you fuck with me, I bring noise like thunder 

 Rip like a page, you too young in age 

 The Shake is thru, so just take the stage 

 (ah ha yeah, I know won boy, yeah its phat, I know I won, know what I'm  

 sayin, get on the mic Chi-Ali) 

  

 (Chi-Ali) 

 Listen up, I know you tired of the same ol flow 

 A crazy booty MC, wit a wack ass show 

 Who thinks hes all that, but his record make no sells 

 But I'll make you dancetill ya break ya fuckin toenails 

 I gethcha hype, cause my words is tough 

 And I even make a booty nigga wanna get rough 

 Not a slot when I'm lyrically about to drop 

 I grip the mic some ol other fuckin type shit might pop 

 Then go for mine, you ain't gettin a chance 

 One glance at my stance, will make you shit yo pants 

 So get new underwear, cause yours is muddy 

 Get free tampons, cause things gion get bloody 

 You wanna slam, I got some new shit that'll scoop ya 

 Even my old rhymes will knock you back to the future 

 Ya fast to claud ass, but ya too yella cut deep 

 Rhymin so booty, you start to look like a butt cheek 

 So I pull my mic out a gun holster 

 And make ya stomach wiggle like ya on a rollercoaster 

 Action packed like a total recall 

 I dropped that ass quick, you think ya ridin a freefall 

 So vacate, put away yo tape, call it quits 

 You coudn't out rap me if ya had nine lips 

 Cause my mic will excite, stimulate cause I'm greater 

 And even your girl can use it as a vibrator 

 Rap so rugged, I make a nigga act up 

 Gettin so hype, on a mic that it cracks up 

 The more I warm up, thoughts get drawn up 

 Then I communicate, and rappers get torn up 

 So yo when they ask, tell em Chi-Ali sent ya 

 Ya maybe good, but I'm a great adventure 

 (Know what I'm saying, kill it white trash