Champ - Warning Shots lyrics

[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 a**ociated 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**ing with ya boy) No singing spirituals today ya ba*tards (You're nothing) [Verse 1: Basik] The embarra**ment 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Boy done stepped on some syrup and set her sipping Sugar in her tank Queer as folk, once he spoke Life as you knew it was revoked Approached softer than Liberace at the playboy mansion Caught up in my wing expansion, I was laughing on some tangent Since birth I was chose to enrich these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**hes 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 cla** Take a stab in the dark, I turn the lights on and shoot that a** When your crew is in single file it's no task to pick a b**h 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 documented 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 sh** but You still don't matter You can have your cronies set me up A drive by and shoot me at the worst and sh** but You just don't matter I'm the king of this sh**, you always under my toes You f**ing 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 bullsh** 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**h a** has some heart Cuz it's your a**'s fault when you hit the asphalt Since '79, Uh this Basik sh** been official So buy a CD for everybody, this basic sh** 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**er's so well prepared Your boys be in the corner huddled up and sh** like b**hes 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 bullsh** but You still don't matter You can have your cronies set me up A drive by and shoot and k** me at the worst and sh** but You just don't matter I'm the king of this sh**, you always under my toes You f**ing peasant Boy, you still don't matter [Outro] b**h, Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, Ay Right now let it be known The best thing to do, be my friend Be my f**ing 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** 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