Bronx Slang - Copy That lyrics

Yo, we under attack, son Yo, I’m up to bat (Yo, copy that!) Yo, it’s all a trap (Yo, copy that) Yo, I’m spittin facts (Yo, copy that) Yo, they fallin’ back (Yo, copy that) First, they hit you with Americanism The spirit of a radical American system For all the victims that’ll never forgive em You Got slaves to the rhythm going back to beginnings It’s slave labor The disclaimer, the deaf chamber Every time the cops get called, it’s for the same favor It’s bad behavior, leaving one in the chamber And competition is gritty So I got beef with my neighbor Cuz ain’t no Pac without Biggie Or Ali without Frazier It’s the religion of racism, they lauded and savor Cuz when blazin is all the rage instead of tazin’ So your life is just taken instead of being shaken The very victim that’s lost in the system Is more valuable forgotten while rotting in an overcrowded prison They stop me dead in my tracks And ask if Bronx Slang is under attack I said copy that Yo, I’m up to bat (Yo, copy that!) Yo, it’s all a trap (Yo, copy that) Yo, I’m spittin facts (Yo, copy that) Yo, they fallin’ back (Yo, copy that) They won’t prevent em from shooting Or even blame em for raping But correct me if mistaken Try to save em from vaping The conversation I’m making Is of race and relations The situation I’m hating Is the birth of a nation So I’m impatiently patient From years of pounding the pavement Paul Revere was a snitch They wanna blanket that statement From international waters On American soil Where they spoil the victims And break bread with the royals If the (victim’s) the system and my precision’s precise Cost of living has ended Why am I paying the price? Is it worth all the waiting or are they just baiting me in? I’m like a fish out of water Let the slaughter begin The rat race will fizzle out before it sizzles Cuz missiles travel a lot farther than starter pistols But they stop me dead in my tracks and ask if Bronx Slang is under that I said copy that Yo, I’m up to bat (Yo, copy that!) Yo, it’s all a trap (Yo, copy that) Yo, I’m spittin facts (Yo, copy that) Yo, they fallin’ back (Yo, copy that) A weed dispensary is reparations for the war on drugs If they owned by minorities who love slinging that bud Bodies catching them vapors Instead of blunts and them papers Them shapeshifters and mood fakers With unwritten rules So one if by land Two if by sea Bronx Slang’s already here So (free?) for the police When your uploading is overloading your downloading Living by the code is encoded up in your file folder Cuz locally and internationally known Cannibal’s an animal with an irrational tone Suburban ways versus urban decay They don’t understand your plan Tell them stand in the way Cuz when the easy way out Is getting harder to take And if the buds ain’t enough Tell em throw in the shake, but wait They stop me dead in my tracks And ask if Bronx Slang is under attack I said copy that Yo, I’m up to bat (Yo, copy that!) Yo, it’s all a trap (Yo, copy that) Yo, I’m spittin fact (Yo, copy that) Yo, they fallin’ back (Yo, copy that) Fake Blood, you a beast for this one son Crazy