Bitchslap lyrics

Artist  : Brother Ali 
Song : Bitchslap



 Send "Bitchslap" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little
while ago...







[ VERSE 1 ]



I bitchslap rappers so hard it give em
whiplash



You fuckin with sleeveless t-shirts, where your
tricks at?



Look left, look right, wait, where your chick
at?



She findin out she walk and talk right, provide
dick pipe



I'm a big baller, shot caller, all a y'all are
runnin laps



Let me tell you little fuckers a story walkin
out



You probably think you're somebody big talkin
loud



You're transparent, I been starin through your
Karl Kani



Art imitates life imitates art



Get it straight, slice through the mic, pourin
out my heart



When it's late night we litter the landscape



Animate our dead opposition to get one last
phoney handshake



I read a lot and write a lot, empty my pockets at
the giro shop



Hit the cash machine for some green, maybe a ten
spot



I said giro cause my Greek's a little broken



But my four-letter French works fine if you're
provokin







[ CHORUS ]



And we killers in the morning, killers in the
evening



Wake up and we yawnin, happy we still breathin



Got one longin, that's to keep eatin



We here to stay and we ain't leavin







(Rock y'all)



(Everything gonna be alright)







[ VERSE 2 ]



I'm a cross between John Gotti and Mahatma
Ghandi



Look between pimp and square, you probably find
me



There, in vain I solemnly swear



I'm a Guardian Angel with gang signs in the
air



I spent too much time fuckin with sorry sobs



Treatin beats like bitches, flippin
ménage à trois's



You ain't tryin to see us angry, pop, we already
hard



Fuckin the the diplomats'll get you horribly
scarred



From the cat behind the wall who play handball in
the yard



To the one that run the block as head baller in
charge



To the brothers with the kufis on that walk with
the gods



Mission Hill, Caprini Green, all ghetto
scenery



Every city got us beaten up, down tryin creepin
up



Soundbombing people, what? Till we get a equal
cut



We come through straight smashin on the haters



Witness the world, the Rhymesayers







[ CHORUS ]







(Rock y'all)



(Everything gonna be alright)







[ VERSE 3 ]



Often the brain runs 



And expresses itself in words, sometimes profane
ones



That's when it first occurred to me where the
pain comes



From, page one in my rhyme book



If you listen closely you can picture how my line
looks



You presently pressed to be restin next to me



The best of me molestin destiny wrestlin with
ecstacy



The recipe for immoratlity



Flows actually be on the malls and factories



Of urban life with the laws of gravity



Audacity, you got a lot of it



Common sense should tell you not to rap
against



My obvious dominance



My real lilfe size is bigger than your
confidence







[ CHORUS ]