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letra de warning shots - bleu collar

[intro: woman]
hello fellow rappers, mc’s, producers, dj’s and delicate young punks who will in the future clutch hatred in their heart and souls for basik, reese, or bleu collar as a whole. this following selection following selection is a precursor to what terrible slandering could happen if you oppose bleu collar or any -ssociated party’s
thank you and stay safe on behalf of bleu collar
(laughter)

[basik]: fo sho!

oh yeah
y’all better be picking that cotton when i come down from the big house
(these fools is court jesters f-cking with ya boy)
no singing spirituals today ya b-st-rds
(you’re nothing)

[verse 1: basik]
the embarr-ssment specialist, narcissistic enthusiast, badly boozing
if they force my hand, then it comes to this
boy done stepped on some syrup and set her sipping
sugar in her tank
queer as folk, once he spoke
life as you knew it was revoked
approached softer than liberace at the playboy mansion
caught up in my wing expansion, i was laughing on some tangent
since birth i was chose to enrich these words when the speak on basik
(whohoohoohoo)
and you, you was born to be a hype man like spliff star
boy i spit bars, that subjects will topple over box cars
bust for aeon’s it’s impossible to out last me
there’s no proper math for me, i’m far too crafty
get in your brain and stretch it out like laffy taffy
hung up on the fact your boys say your tight “drink a sprite”
imma black out on these b-tches untill they see the light
cuz every time we see the sunset “it just ain’t yo night”
how does it sound? you’re survived by three kids and a wife
cuz the next time we spot you on tv it will be a reenactment of your life
i preach raps with entirely no cl-ss
take a stab in the dark, i turn the lights on and shoot that -ss
when your crew is in single file it’s no task to pick a b-tch
tell ’em pick a switch and not that f-g stroll
they got that west hollywood type flow that santa monica boulevard type flow
what’s doc-mented and shown, act like you’ve known

[hook: basik]
you can scream until your momma dial 911
the authorities can come arrest me but
you still don’t matter
you can talk to god personally, have him bar me from heaven and all that shit but
you still don’t matter
you can have your cronies set me up
a drive by and shoot me at the worst and shit but
you just don’t matter
i’m the king of this shit, you always under my toes
you f-cking crumb
no, you still don’t matter

[verse 2: basik]
rappers i got a contract bet-wince me and you that says all you do is spin records
if i have to raise up from this mic it’s gonna be trouble, trouble
huff and i puff and watch your fortress crumble, crumble
only to find your limp corpse in the ruble, ruble
now i know you ain’t trying to take that tumble, tumble
so maybe next time you’ll speak more humble, humble
grasp for dear life and let us see you fumble
cuz there’s a great possibility you won’t leave this rumble
now it’s a cold thing when they talk about your basik they be like
(whoohowhooho)

[half hook: basik]
you can scream until your momma dial 911
the authorities can come arrest me but
you still don’t matter
you can talk to god personally, have him bar me from heaven and all that bullshit
but you still don’t matter

[verse 3: basik]
up,up,down,down,left,right,left,right,b,a,b,a, start
i give you a hundred extra [uses?]
so your b-tch -ss has some heart
cuz it’s your -ss’s fault when you hit the asphalt
since ’79, uh this basik shit been official
so buy a cd for everybody, this basic shit that’s beneficial
like the man with the black and what stripes plus the whistle
floss hoods still we lay punks out for pulling pistols
we ain’t scared
one time show up, we ain’t there
basik start rapping, he ain’t fair
motherf-cker’s so well prepared
your boys be in the corner huddled up and shit like b-tches
talking about basik like
(whoohoohooohoo)

[hook: basik]
you can scream until your momma dial 911
have authorities come arrest me but
you still don’t matter
you can talk to god personally, have him bar me from heaven and all that bullshit but
you still don’t matter
you can have your cronies set me up
a drive by and shoot and k!ll me at the worst and shit but
you just don’t matter
i’m the king of this shit, you always under my toes
you f-cking peasant
boy, you still don’t matter

[outro]
b-tch, ay, ay, ay
ay, ay
right now let it be known
the best thing to do, be my friend
be my f-cking friend
bleu collar be our friends
cuz the opposition has a tough time of it
imma tell you right now it’s not safe across that line
f-ck with your boy, see what happens
ya, masa’s back with is whip y’all
hide from the big house
light-skinned people get they chicken first

- bleu collar

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