Bitchslap!

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 white but ride dick black 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 [Hook] 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 Gandhi 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 with 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 their God Mission Hill, Caprini Green, all ghetto scenery Every city got us beaten up, down-trodden, creepin up Soundbombing people, what? Till we get a equal cut We come through straight smashin on the haters Witness the world, the Rhymesayers [Hook] [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 life size is bigger than your confidence Man, fuck ya'll [ Hook ]