Chi-Ali - Chi-Ali vs. Vanilli Shake lyrics

(Vanilli Shake) I glide into this, clench fist don't miss s**s get dissed and scratched from my list I break mic stands, raise hands for the next up I pump ki's, Glock g's, so don't flex up Just lend me your ear drum, so it can hear some sh** rocked hard, unscarred, I don't fear none Unperplexed, who's next in the spot light Ya swing with this and prepare for a dog fight Cause I raise knots, blood clots, like dreadlocks Him and approve this, nah cause a fed not, top secret s**a I think cause I planned this Fierce attack, fast break like a mantis Can this be madness Has my mind snapped No matter whoever moves gets popped a kap Cause I make money and... Take honeys and... Let off more eggs than the Easter Bunny and... As I drop a hit, you should just think and sit Cause when it comes to flippin, I'm on some ol ill sh** Don't like to share, no next, just stare No one can get a piece of this ill a** lion hare The king of all cats I swing mics, not bats And never stick it in without the perfeclactict Not to tax it, it means ill wax it Slam it in my pocket, buy weed, don't try to knock it So give me a break, not check 1 2 3 Vanilli Shake is thru And here comes the Chi-Ali (oh s**a, stay in ya place) (Chi-Ali) Chi-Ali is the name, just in case you don't know You think ya heard it before But can't remember sh** from the prmo A short brown brother, I dress real swell Ya didn't hear me for awhile, so you thought I fell Nah, I took a vacation, but know I'm back To get my props, and dismiss those who lack The sk**s it takes to be a microphone ripper You may be dip, but I'm a tad bit dipper You may be flip, but yo, I am the flipper And if you think I'm lying Ask your girl, I stripped her Anyway, don't want to get too deep Peace to the native tongue from the J.B.'s to the Black Sheep And a special thanks to the founder of this My manager and my partner Baby Chris My crew in section 1, mu cousin Nonyay I don't care how I look, I am not from Bombay Nor Puerto Rico, Chi ain't short for chico When fill a mill to throw on a hood ????? Or a Malcolm X tape, when I'm out here I wear my cape And all those who use to diss me, is catching the vaps (Vanilli Shake) Sifting thru the rubble, I discovered your bumps Remains of your body, from the war with the tone I trapped you like prey And ate you alive I am the champ and you take the dive Cause it's you I defeated, our battle you lost You wanted quick fame, and now you paying the cost Because ah... ya got me started I lost control, now Chi-Ali is my ?, and I own his soul You coming here was a blunder, so now you wonder Why'd you f** with me, I bring noise like thunder Rip like a page, you too young in age The Shake is thru, so just take the stage (ah ha yeah, I know won boy, yeah its phat, I know I won, know what I'm Sayin, get on the mic Chi-Ali) (Chi-Ali) Listen up, I know you tired of the same ol flow A crazy booty MC, wit a wack a** show Who thinks hes all that, but his record make no sells But I'll make you dancetill ya break ya f**in toenails I gethcha hype, cause my words is tough And I even make a booty n***a wanna get rough Not a slot when I'm lyrically about to drop I grip the mic some ol other f**in type sh** might pop Then go for mine, you ain't gettin a chance One glance at my stance, will make you sh** yo pants So get new underwear, cause yours is muddy Get free tampons, cause things gion get bloody You wanna slam, I got some new sh** that'll scoop ya Even my old rhymes will knock you back to the future Ya fast to claud a**, but ya too yella cut deep Rhymin so booty, you start to look like a bu*t cheek So I pull my mic out a gun holster And make ya stomach wiggle like ya on a rollercoaster Action packed like a total recall I dropped that a** quick, you think ya ridin a freefall So vacate, put away yo tape, call it quits You coudn't out rap me if ya had nine lips Cause my mic will excite, stimulate cause I'm greater And even your girl can use it as a vibrator Rap so rugged, I make a n***a act up Gettin so hype, on a mic that it cracks up The more I warm up, thoughts get drawn up Then I communicate, and rappers get torn up So yo when they ask, tell em Chi-Ali sent ya Ya maybe good, but I'm a great adventure (Know what I'm saying, k** it white trash)