Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Sonset lyrics

[Intro] Oh yeah, it ain't over motherf**ers Yeah, we suppose to elevate not segregate And we got love for the East And I know the East got love for the West But there's certain n***as, you know what I'm saying? Wanna talk sh**, dissing where I'm from So basically, for every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction [Hook] Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark [Verse 1] So can you recoginze sh** is real When I shove this ampex 4-9-9 up your rectum I'm ready to bust every b**h n***a's cherry See these floods in January got me lookin' in the mirror Screamin' Bloody Mary Unnecessary representing, equal set tripping Divided by my tennis shoe pimping Got all ya'll n***as dipping, like Lipton Tea Bags, son His steelo Jeet Kune Do the way of the intercepting fist Intercepting every subliminal diss Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulous legislature Psychologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate So bust nuts on Mother Nature, coming on your landscape I'm pressing California license plate For n***a's in all 50 f**ing states But its biting me and fighting me Inviting me to rhyme I can't hold it back I'm lookin' for the line Takin' off my lambskin Marc Buchanan Cause I'm a make you see L.A. like Ed O'Bannon n***a come in peace and brothers can kick it But you ain't gonna walk me streets When back east you selling wolf tickets Reciprocate the player hating Bring the bullsh** to you Going through yo coast, like the Green Gary GNU Who said no is good gnews But gn***as is gnot gnowing about the gnext sh** that I be flowin' So don't represent at my expense It's too expensive The first and last line of my defense is my sentence You got caught off the coast of the Pacific Ocean Found face down floating With your f**ing neck broken [Hook] (Snap some neck for some live effects) [Verse 2] I walk the planet and create tremors If nothing else here's all you need to remember LLA'Y LLA KCUF for all you backwards-a** n***as Psychologically, we grapple an MC Like Gracie at the UFC so place me in your octagon Coward on mixtapes and interviews, I'm hearing you Certain dissidents dis from a distance Disrespect and discriminate n***a I laminate that a** And wear it at the New Music Seminar for a badge Mash or get twisted Dem gwan front like Rosa Parks But them marks is broke wristed (b**h) Superiority complex Based on old statistics, now listen Respect due to the pioneers But what you borough did in 83' Is ancient history brah' So why these n***as acting like Since they live in the state That rap originates They automatically, all time greats It takes cla**ic material to make phat sh** Not proof of New York residence and an accent Who expresses the freshest The West Coast was resurrected By me, I'm the mother f**ing man like h*mo erectus So why it matter where rap started If I wanted to hear from the a**hole I would have farted I'm a West Coast artist down with cliques from 510 to 516 But diss indiscriminately and you diss me Fundamentally is the ability to smother s**ers So if rap was born to another then that makes me a motherf**er Cause I'm the type of n***a to go to yo' show f** yo' ho Then nut on yo' promotional T-shirt Alert the solar eclipse, the planet earth eternally verbally I f**s your head up like Florence and Normandie, normally (Normally) (Easily I approach) [Hook x8]