Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give It To You, artist - Blackalicious.
Date of issue: 20.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Give It To You |
Rhyme for rhyme and line for line |
The lyrics from the mind that’s prime, arrive on time |
And rip into you fine as wine, sublime the kind |
Of spitters who would shine divine |
With rhymes and life, is what you make it |
Rhyme for rhyme and line for line |
The lyrics from the mind that’s prime, arrive on time |
They rip into ya night to night, recite the type, of written |
Come inside the light, tonight’s the night, we give it to ya |
Comin' back to stay, when I rap this way |
Blowin' minds wit' these lyrics out my fact-oray |
That are practic-ally, on some maste-ray |
Show you all how a funky record has to be |
Not to toot my horn, I’m from Californ |
It’s the +cheese+, not the kind that’s grown from cows in barns |
But the kind that meets your needs in like a thousand forms |
As we dance to this ever flowin' masquerade |
Homey, pass the J, homies pass away |
Over pride when another nigga blast a K |
Evil thought hearts chilly, Dickie Dastard-lay |
All his people mourned deeply as the pastor prayed |
Come though from out of town, you wouldn’t last a day |
All they know is long money and assassination |
Get it now, not tomorrow, don’t procrastinate |
This is my grind, verbal slangin', I’m a master fate |
In a drastic way, this is class so pay |
Close attention, write all night 'til I gasp and faint |
Get my people out this struggle of that Section 8 |
If you want it, hey we got it, you don’t have to wait because… |
Golden voice wit' style, spirit poised for power |
Definition of a goddess, I’m a poster child |
As I boast about, here’s a dose fo' trail |
Evil spirits don’t concern me, tell the ghost be out! |
Shine my light to dim, all the spite within |
Competition, cause at times, I know we frighten them |
All we really wanna do is give some sight to them |
All my people, New York City to the coast of Cal |
I’m the toast of towns, I’m the cat’s meow |
Movin' faster than your mind, come and catch me now |
Niggas see me on the stage and wanna ask me out |
I’m the true original never a hand-me-down |
When I flash no doubt, know that ass is out |
Nefertiti, Mama Zulu, try and pass the Nile |
Take your breath away it’s like you’re catchin' asthma now |
In this verbal marathon, you couldn’t last a mile because… |
Lyrics Born to rap, I put it all on that |
Twelve years deep, my foot ain’t comin' off the gas |
We walk the chosen path, close the culture gap |
O.G. |
like the Figure-Four the Boston Crab |
All across the map, beyond the almanac |
You see me backstage posted lookin' so relaxed |
Lady wit' me, open toe, lil' shoulder bag |
Hat tipped just a bit, ooh she cold like that |
Where my ballers at? |
If you can call it that |
Potna' both you and me know that shit is boulderdash |
We see right through yo phony ass like youse a holograph |
We so real, when they see us, it’s like they pause and gasp |
Cat’s lookin' like they see a flyin' saucer pass |
Cross they arms, turn they heads like they was Ultraman |
We gotcha whole clique surrounded in a cul-de-sac |
So baby get ta jump-ropin' over a broken glass because… |