A B-Boy's Alpha Songtext / Lyric

My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out

Don't ever talk back, I handed your life and I'll snatch it back"

I'm just a latch key kid with a snotty nose

High school drop out, space, I'm around me whiteout



And I ain't dealin' with no minimum wage

I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum page

Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days

Pulling the chrome out and you actin' like pullin' the chrome out



Hated the sound of grandma's cryin' the crooked letter

You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders

Made you wonder 'bout early Sunday morning

Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning



Flows be bangin' in the paint, throwin' elbows

My first fight was me against five boroughs

I lost my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss

That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies






Hip hop, it was '88, even at the age of 10, phrases levitate

Drinkin' Lil' Hug quarter waters

Dodgin' stray slugs on the corner in that exact order

While you playin', death is what happens

I found the passion in aerosol cans and hands clappin'



Backspins, microphones and cats rappin'

Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers

Who rip Lee patches off of imposters

You ain't the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy

And it's gonna cost ya and that's my B-Boy Alpha



Straight outta the depths of hell, reflect the sect

And inhale the Buddah wisdom

Envision and added inscriptions of a mega spiritualism

Paint a picture from the spiritual and seriously spit a lyric

That'll rip through a phsyical ligament



Trigger livin' in these city limits

Limited with no money, goin' through crazy minutes

Crazy thinkin' of back in the days when blazin' a lazy written



Before we was swallowin' duces, poppin' with gooses

And rockin' the bubble gooses, trouble lose kid, puffin' a lucci

Hoppin' off Huffy, stealin' Marvel comics and water uzis

All of us canoeing through sewers with juvenile manuevers



Caught up in nooses from borders with troubleshooters

On corners where coppers'll hop outta Dunkin' Donuts

Poppin' they gun and shoot us, for more of us aware of

Thinkin' Rudy Guili don't give a fuck about a moule



Got me woozy, sippin' Kaluha's loosin' my noodles

Screwed up in the two triple losers

Sprayin' it live, B-Boy grafitti Alpha

Out of rap-palooza, looza, looza, yeah