B-Boy Stance

by Beatles, the

Ya. its so hard to remain authentic
Everything is round me in changin
Even the earth is movin in two different places
In the united space, but one thing remains the same
till the end of time i think i'll remain....
[chorus]
Im a b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
From the top of the highest summit, again we run it.
A hundred and forty four shimmering lights stunnin
to quick for the human eye to catch a glimpse
You know pimps cannot convince with bigger attempts of emcee’in,
blowing word to the wind,
While we conscend to limit the sins and pretend
We’re still human, when if fact were only half, the other path extends infinity do the math
I try to laugh, but they pull me down like crabs in a bucket
With hands in my pocket, I don’t really laugh
Heaven only knows, the ???? keeps invading the flows that turns black pros
To white foes… Your just supposin have you heard my words moving at light speed and getting blurred. It’s all so incredible decibles at glance standing in a b-stance
Im a B-boy standin in my B-boy stance
This one leads the way…
Now cut it up, cut it up back to back, on the wheels of steel, cut it up back to back
Elevate, Meditate, eliminate-thoughts from my past keep knocking upon my gate
Shouldn’t let em in, the answers not to debate
But to observe the debating and then we can understate
Yo party people listen up at the drop of dime,
They took cameras to africa for pictures to rhyme
Over old.. yes, the great pretenders
Religeous entertainers who want to be life savers
Damn.. another dollar for the mind, another cold ??? hoping
They can’t find, they can’t copy or get pictures with no lines,
I guess it’s just a case of the blind leading the blind
But, I’m flippin and steppin and rockin the roll, take the control
Payin my tolls, whose in control?
I’m playin a roll so people will remember that
I’m just a servent of rap, hopin to bring it back
Im a B-boy standin in my B-boy stance
This one leads the way… break

B-Boy Stance

by מאיר אריאל

[Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance (Yeah)
My Hoodie On wit' my gun in my pants (Yeah)
[Cassidy]
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this joint..Let's go
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I'm...fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skills
The FS in my necklace still
I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I'ma gain my respect cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I...put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran ova here
Clappin' tha pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now..Im just..
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My Hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
Yooo...I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no C boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I'm bout to take the industry over
Like for war we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary ock
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block..when I'm..
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okayy.. I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
You know what Im sayin', I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the truck
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks feelin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks feelin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the nine on me
The.. hecklor and koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your punani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
Seem like a bitch but I'm makin' her cum and I'm
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on wit' my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death

B-Boy stance

by Chipmunks

All up for one more time, I wanna.. anyway
Now listen to the Fly alongside the Freestylers, original gangstas
If that's testin you and ya never feel plasters
...
And the B-Boy Stance
And the B-Boy Stance
Whoa pickup
Badman, why you off chuckin what I we
Girlie says nothing and a copy on da tea
You might frighten them but you don't frighten me
Hey Badman, why you want chuckin what I we
Girlie says nothing and a copy da tea
You might frighten them but you don't frighten me
Hey Mr Badman, Badman, Badman, Badman
You know why
Well, this is Tenor Fly and the new Freestylers
Original Rude Boy, original gangstas
If..then your days will get old
But boy, we're here to see your days are numbered
Ramp win a Joker...
Rude boy will turn round and band...street
Defeat ya
no surrender, no defeat cos'
pure gunshot sound of your head
Notice that we fire pure copper and lead
Boy, say if you're sorry
See we, and then they know we and them claims say there..no other way
We are original rude boy...dead
Badman, why you off chuckin what I we
Girlie says nothing and a copy on da tea
You might frighten them but you don't frighten me
Hey Mr Badman, why you off chuckin what I we
Girlie says nothing and a copy on da tea
You might frighten them but you don't frighten me
We've just come from Prison, and we get... Parol
Soul
Robert Deniro, Al Pacino
It's the Freestylers and we never feel no sorrow,
Boom boom see you'll never see tomorrow
Oh, you'll never feel no sorrow
Boom boom, ...and at the sound of the gun
Boom boom, you see a boy he might run
Boom boom, and he likes to have fun
Ninja
see we...
we are
Freestylers make it feel hip
and the B-Boy Stance Freestylers make it feel hip
and the
First...
And ...test me
...sorry
...because
Hey Mr Badman, why you off chuckin a we
Girlie says nothing and a copy on da tea
You might frighten them but you don't frighten me
First a no we
Hey Mr Badman, why you off chuckin a we
Girlie says nothing and a copy on da tea
You might frighten them but you don't frighten me
Hey Mr Badman, Badman, Badman