Lean Back: The Massacre

Bakari B. in the building
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Bakari to da' B., boy I call the shots
Call me B-Rabbit, and I'll pop ya dock
Shoot like Clippers, pass me the rock
Rhymes cut you like clippers, that's off the top
On that Tidal flow when we send you upstream
Put the burner to ya mouf,' call it Listerine
Colgate, cold case when slugs leak to ya feet
Put the bullets back in the gat, it clap like ass cheeks
(It's the shit) We'on care if you got Angel Soft
Shawta' tryna' get right, but her fucking angles off
Peanut butter chocolate when I gotta break you off
Gripping on ya legs, might take ya ankles off
Freakazoid, no hypothesis, all thesis
Lick you like I'm cleaning off my plate, Last Supper, blame Jesus
Cracka's so candid, but so see through
Shooting in da' hood, that's And-1 Street Hoops
Squeezing on ya squishy, you know I like Play-Doh
Video games be life, but shawta' I don't play though
Shut ya shit down, off G.P., 'cause I say so
Running with the champions, Gary Brackett and Cato
All the homies asking what you got in sto'
Been bringing the flames since MADE, and 2-0-1-4
Wanna challenge The Heat I have in store
I ain't no fucking battle rapper, 'cause I go to war
You gon' fuck around and get slapped in here
Acting like a pussy, get pap'd and smeared
Ya girl calling my metro, want me to thrash who
Told me pay for the nut, want me to cash-you
Lawd,' can't revert my old ways
I ain't taking taken women, them my old days
Back when 20's and 50's was cool from the bank
Y'all want dead prez's, we want Ben Frank's
Translation, learn how to stack yo chips
Folks always wanna talk that shit
I park my whip, let the fists spark like spliffs
Almost repeat, let my fists spark like grips
Park my whip, give me the loot, give me the grip
Stay equipped, have ya homies out here screaming RIP
Hit em' in the noggin make his Dimmadome dip
I'd rather see da' ass, before I see da' nip
Tuck ya case, no face, trace, put you in a zip
I ain't talkin' BeyBlades when I let it rip
You want all fire, I stay with clips
Get a grip, park my tip, on yo girlfriend lip
The only shit you push out is when yo ass on sit
You pop up rarely ttrick, you're a solar eclipse
Fuck yo hiatus boy, we ain't need yo trash
And to all my old homies, you can kiss my ass
I'm Gone