[Lyric] Copy That (Bronx Slang)

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