BA's Back Songtext
von Beat Assailant

I came from the gutter now I′m gunnin' for top
Burnin′ ya shop - my beats blowin' up when it drop
Independently I rock when spittin' game
Remain gettin′ change but the motto is still the same
B.A. got the ultimate brains breakin′ the chains
Ordained in the gospel of rap - preachin' the facts
I′m black - bearin' witness to that - Throw ya hands to the sky
My battle cry is high till the day that I day
I′m addicted to the rhyme 'cuz all the time I find
I′m rippin' lines and fuck that i'm goin′ for mine
See I do it for the love - it ain′t about the papes
The dollars that I make be the icing on the cake
Playas can't hate my game is bullet proof-
Songs droppin′ bombs on America's youth
Burnin′ ya suit - Mash out the dollas and scoot
Droppin' it hot- but not sellin′ out for tha loot


Now this is verse 2 let me keep shit clean
Hold up another minute you can see what I mean
Labels wanna play games its tha money that talk
I'm a bad muthafucka and I'm walkin′ tha walk
Wanna promote this pop shit rap and rock shit
Fake thug rappin′ on some fake as 'Pac shit
Shame how the mainstream lacks a brainstream
On each radio yo ya hearing the same thing
Say they wanna sign then they decline
With lines that there ain′t enough thug in tha rhyme
What a crime when you gotta preach killin to sell
I rebel - yo ya fake A&R and advance can go to hell
It's all swell back at the ranch indeed
Droppin′ these beats for 'delph so i shall proceed
Might die for the prize so I′d damn sure bleed
No price on rippin' mics you can fuck ya greed