Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be OK, artist - Bahamadia.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Be OK |
Mediocre rappers gettin all this play |
While the underground rappers stay around the way |
Even up and coming heads gettin lead astray |
But us female rappers gon' be OK |
Yo, this is the orifice to mythical mindstate |
I’m pure as opposed to the fakes y’all makin legends of |
It’s ridiculous, showin wack niggas and chickens love |
Cause they playin in rotation and constantly gets buzz |
But it’s aight though, majority rule for this hype so |
I play the background until it’s my turn to blow |
Never jeal', record it like I see it cause my vision swirl |
Minus the weave and nails you gettin rawness from Illadelph |
Uhh, I bounce the Reebok’s, and smoke Hawaiian cheebas |
With the ese’s, with Pepe’s, and the mida’s, with Fila’s |
And come back to lay the vocals |
Milky like Total, tighter than Krunch’s |
I showstop they homegrown like contraceptive sponges |
With cutthroat raps, plus I’m fuckin with the SP-1200's |
And 950's, when C-Low's fuckin with me |
Loop kick snare link it up with the semi |
I set warfare like when the doctor yell «Clear!» |
Hits below the belt but no bitin on the ear |
I’m worser than a Colt boy with punchlines trife |
Battle 40 MC’s and make em take they own life |
Now what’s this talk about a marketing scheme? |
Nigga please, I crush all MC’s ?sardi deez? |
Dead or as they take em, you faker than Muslims eatin bacon |
Or growin' some dreads, now you Jamaican (bwoy) |
My thoughts lose you, in the logic that they glue to |
Diverse channels they move through when I will spit influential |
Workin on your mental sort of like sermons at holy temples |
Neotepic and nimble when deeper than baby dimples |
Style the vulture, I laced it so you could observe closely |
These opuses unfolding insuring the heads quote me |
Off the top of written each time I finesse it I be shittin skill |
Infinite, bask in the eloquence internet |
You know the repoitoire, ghetto platinum rap star |
Sixteen bars of inspiration from Allah rightfully God |
And these Goddess poetics, reflectin off geocentric |
720 essence promoted to Earth lesson |
I shine like flourescent whenever I’m blessin it |
Fuckin with these independents now and lovin it |
Yeah, cataclysmic, Rah Digga be the rhythmic |
Cutie who can shit raps, like government get kickbacks |
Hit em overseas with the hellified remix |
Cause everything I hustle, like Blaj and Jay-Z shit |
I want my videos filmed on location |
Blow up the station if I ain’t in rotation (yeah) |
Knee deep in patients, on a cowboy ranch |
Now I found a new branch, Golden Girl like Blanche |
Out to take niggas bank, make em walk the plank |
Spot’s yanked when I make it Big like Tom Hanks |
Fuck East, fuck West, I’m comin from up North |
Baby tryin to see Glory like the 54th |
And I, even set it on all y’all she-rappers |
Get out of line I make you look like Wee Papa, Girls |
My MC skills are for building |
Ship a million, shit square like Sicilian |
Motion 360 nor-mal |
Chick pals, Lord Chief Kamange, X2 |
Nine-eight, Rah Digga, Bahamadia |