B Line Lyrics & Tabs by Ruthless Rap Assassins
B Line
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We take a hard core rhythm and a bass that's fresh
Add two microphones pan it right to left
And my DJ Dangerous A cold supplying the scratch
And you get a funky record that could never be matched
We're the Ruthless Rap Assassins and we're turning you out
With a style like this we don't do hip house
All you bandwagon jumpers you know your style is weak
When the music trend changes you'll be left in a creek
But when you try to get with it keep your hands off mine
And remember that we told you way back in '89
That we're leading the way because we rock hardcore
Now the B-Line's kickin' get your butt on the floor so.
Kick the B-Line... kick it on down
We we came in the place
We had a taste of the bass
Kick the B-Line... kick it on down
We we came in the place
We had a taste of the bass
The crew who were stinging like an eye full of mace
We went up to the stand
Grabbed the mics in our hands
Make them suckers back down
We cold took command
Bust some funky fresh rhymes
Made the people start movin'
We're the Ruthless Rap Assassins
We're showin' and provin'
That the suckers won't dance
So they stand at the side
The suckers won't dance
Cos we hurt their pride
They listen to to our rhymes
Wishing they could get with it
The suckers are jealous
But they won't admit it
But the people on the floor
All know the score
We don't cut the bass
We give it to you pure
Kick the B-Line... kick it on down
Me on my own
Rockin' the microphone
On the mic I am a master
I like Reggae music but I'm no Rasta
So I'll go a little faster at the bottom I'll class ya
And if you try to battle home boy I'll outlast ya
No way you'll survive it ain't no jive
If you try dissin' me I'll eat you alive
Don't need no Uzi don't need no blade
Yes the mic is my weapon and it's at first grade
My son does the playing my mouth does the slayin'
Mr. P. in my pants will do the layin'
Cause we're hip hop non stop givin' you all that I got
Rhymes are hot at the top slayin' suckers on the spot
You're wrong we're right suckers always try to bite
Rock the house through the night sucker you're a parasite
MC poppin MC poppin joined up with my rhyme
It's the very same as rappin but you do it in double time
The crowd feels the vibes starts cheering us too
Because the Ruthless Rap Assassins are comin through
That's right on the mic and always ready to ride
I can be sane like Jeckyll or insane like Hyde
We'll rhyme for nearly anybody once I get played
Now what was the name of the jam I just made
Kick the B-Line... kick it on down
