[Intro Woman] Hello fellow rappers, MCs, producers, DJs 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 associated partys Thank you and stay safe on behalf of Bleu collar Laughter [Basik] Fo sho! Oh yeah Yall better be picking that cotton when I come down from the big house These fools is court jesters fucking with ya boy No singing spirituals today ya bastards Youre nothing [Verse 1 Basik] The embarrassment 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Boy done stepped on some syrup and set her sipping Sugar in her tank Queer as folk, once he spoke Life as you knew it was revoked Approached softer than Liberace at the playboy mansion Caught up in my wing expansion, I was laughing on some tangent Since birth I was chose to enrich these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 aeons its impossible to out last me Theres no proper math for me, Im 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 bitches untill they see the light Cuz every time we see the sunset it just aint yo night How does it sound? Youre 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 class Take a stab in the dark, I turn the lights on and shoot that ass When your crew is in single file its no task to pick a bitch Tell em pick a switch and not that fag stroll They got that West Hollywood type flow that Santa Monica Boulevard type flow Whats documented and shown, act like youve known [Hook Basik] You can scream until your momma dial 911 The authorities can come arrest me but You still dont matter You can talk to god personally, have him bar me from heaven and all that shit but You still dont matter You can have your cronies set me up A drive by and shoot me at the worst and shit but You just dont matter Im the king of this shit, you always under my toes You fucking crumb No, you still dont matter [Verse 2 Basik] Rappers I got a contract betwince me and you that says all you do is spin records If I have to raise up from this mic its 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 aint trying to take that tumble, tumble So maybe next time youll speak more humble, humble Grasp for dear life and let us see you fumble Cuz theres a great possibility you wont leave this rumble Now its 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 dont matter You can talk to god personally, have him bar me from heaven and all that bullshit But you still dont 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 bitch ass has some heart Cuz its your asss fault when you hit the asphalt Since 79, Uh this Basik shit been official So buy a CD for everybody, this basic shit thats beneficial Like the man with the black and what stripes plus the whistle Floss hoods still we lay punks out for pulling pistols We aint scared One time show up, we aint there Basik start rapping, he aint fair Motherfuckers so well prepared Your boys be in the corner huddled up and shit like bitches Talking about Basik like whoohoohooohoo [Hook Basik] You can scream until your momma dial 911 Have authorities come arrest me but You still dont matter You can talk to god personally, have him bar me from heaven and all that bullshit but You still dont matter You can have your cronies set me up A drive by and shoot and kill me at the worst and shit but You just dont matter Im the king of this shit, you always under my toes You fucking peasant Boy, you still dont matter [Outro] Bitch, Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, Ay Right now let it be known The best thing to do, be my friend Be my fucking friend Bleu Collar be our friends Cuz the opposition has a tough time of it Imma tell you right now its not safe across that line Fuck with your boy, see what happens Ya, Masas back with is whip yall Hide from the big house Lightskinned people get they chicken first
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