Brick Walls lyrics

* send corrections to the typist



[Verse 1]

Yo, check out this tape (is it rock?)

No it isn`t, but I really think you`d dig it if you`d give this shit a listen

It`s my heart and soul (you play your own instruments?)

Well not actually, but we got the sample from...

(yeah well whatever, it`s all crap to me)

I know, but this is different I`m gifted, and it`s some phat shit

(rap is ignorant, stop acting like you`re black kid)

Yo, can I at least pop it in so we can find out?

(I said no! I don`t allow that nigger shit in my house get a job)

Ok I catch your drift this shit is just my passion

(I don`t give a fuck what it is, you put it in, and I`ma smash it)

(I said no that`s why, don`t even ask again

Keep it up and find yourself fucked up just like your black friends)

Yo, it`s doper then most rock shit (yeah right)

At least it`s honest, Ya know you`re right

To like this shit you need some soul, so you ain`t on it

You ain`t heard of Outkast? Then how you lived a rock riff

Cop some Pharoahe Monch tickets and whisper mosh pit

(Yo, you`re still hear? I thought I said to hit the road?)

Yo, fuck you Helen Keler

Do the twist until your hips explode



[Chorus 2x]

My god speaks to hip hop prophets through rock riffs

`till white boys drop beat boxes in mosh pits



[Verse 2]

Yo, check out this piece

This shit is clean (is that so?)

(If it`s on a building it ain`t art)

Well what about the sisteene chapel?

I bet if you tried to give graph just half the chance you`d did it

(Yo, that shit is ignorant, and all it is is vandalism)

(Go to school and get paid to paint, not playin` all night)

Oh, so if it don`t pay it ain`t art, and if it does it`s all right?

I don`t get it (It`s wrong `cause you can go to jail you dipshit)

Oh, like they fed Christians to lions, how is this shit different?

(People can`t even read it, how`s it art, I thought so!)

`Cause art ?? lives like Basciot, ask Picasso

(Tell it to the judge when you up in jail dummy)

(Don`t even bother to call me or your mom for bail money)

I ain`t asking you for shit, just 10 minutes to peep some flicks

If that`s too much to ask you ain`t got eyes to see this yet

If you ain`t seen ?? you just missed impressionism

When Dondi flicks rough as Van Gogh the lessons given

(I didn`t ask you to express yourself, give up your cans kid)

Fuck you Helen Keller, I`ll hit the bricks, you hit the canvas



[Chorus]
Back to: QWEL lyrics