I Was There

Album cover art for "I Was There" by Bukshot & ILL BILL

Bukshot & ILL BILL - Rap, In English

I Was There

2 Plays

Duration: 4:04

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[Intro: Bukshot] I-I-I was there (I was there) I-I-I-I-I was there (I was there) I-I-I-I was there (I was there) I wa-wa-wa-wa-I was there (I was there) [Verse 1: Bukshot] Threw the blick in the creek, then I'm outro (Then I'm outro) Bricks in the street, cold as South Pole (Cold as South Pole) Kids gotta eat, here's a mouthful Plates full of meat severed with a scalpel On my surgeon shit, got a virgin clit She won't fuck you less you're just a certain dick Show disrespect, you might catch the clap When the shells applause, it was all a trap (A trap) Now I'm runnin' from the marshals (Yeah) Safehouse compromised, no marbles (Ugh) Real street shit, hellraiser Crate full of hand grenades, Al-Qaeda (Al-Qaeda) Plus, I wager you ain't got the nuts, dummy (Nuts, dummy) Goons make you disappear with just some bum money (Bum money) Armageddon, psychic with an ice pick I ain't got the time, I'll just leave you to my sidekick (To my sidekick) [Chorus: Bukshot] I was in the streets when they raided Me and the other side, gunshots traded Lost blood as the real world faded Got up when I fell and they hate it I was there when the bag got dropped I was there! Picked it up, kept running from the cops I was there! Makin' money on the block Never scared of the outcome, buckin' on the opps [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Billy Banana Clip, Avalanche Anarchist Run up on you with hammers quick, you'll get your bandana split (Get your bandana split) Swiss Cheese your dome, leave you full of bleedin' holes We the most regal with the chrome, evil with the drone Escalate the hate, elevate the murder rate Piss percolate, the world in flames, now the world's insane (Now the world's insane) But who's to blame? This apocalyptic downfall remains, it's the aftermath of murderous pain We the only truth left, get your bulletproof vest, soldier (Vest soldier) Stolen AKs and rocket launchers on our shoulder (On our shoulder) Arm-to-arm with the urge to confess (Urge to confess) This is the days of Saddam Hussein, Merchants of Death (Merchants of Death) We the face of The Unknown Soldier in the wilderness (In the wilderness) In a foxhole with a picture of his little kids (Of his little kids) Dreamin' of a way to make it back home (Back home) While the firefight continues, we sprayin' that chrome (We sprayin' that chrome) Listen! [Chorus: Bukshot] I was in the streets when they raided Me and the other side, gunshots traded Lost blood as the real world faded Got up when I fell and they hate it I was there when the bag got dropped I was there! Picked it up, kept running from the cops I was there! Makin' money on the block Never scared of the outcome, buckin' on the opps [Verse 3: Bukshot] Trial in the courtroom, habeas corpus Homicide detectives askin' 'bout corpses Video surveillance talk 'bout a stolen Porsche Shooters dressed in black and white, killer orcas Gunplay leads to blood spray like Morbius You got a choice to make so call Morpheus You ain't The One, appropriatin' funds To the dealers with the guns and trust me, there's more to this (More to this) Hit the plug on the burner, talkin' 'bout a swap with some drugs for a murder Been keepin' score since I made my first trap deal (First trap deal) Got addicted, wantin' more, guess I'm black pilled I was there! But my lawyer said I wasn't Had the judge in his pocket, I was hungry so I hunted I was there! When they caught the rat and started carvin' Thanksgiving Turkey, the streets are starvin' [Chorus: Bukshot] I was in the streets when they raided Me and the other side, gunshots traded Lost blood as the real world faded Got up when I fell and they hate it I was there when the bag got dropped I was there! Picked it up, kept running from the cops I was there! Makin' money on the block Never scared of the outcome, buckin' on the opps [Outro: Bukshot] I was there! (I was there!)

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Credits

Writers
  • Bukshot
  • ILL BILL