The Alibi - Andre Nickatina

(Alibi-bi-bi-bi) (I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi) (I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi) (Alibi) I saw it in your eyes on the night that we met Devil in disguise, lover, I won't forget Caught me by surprise, baby, I was a mess And of all of my mistakes, you're the one I regret Shut down in the middle of June (middle of June) Cried all summer 'cause I waited for you (waited for you) But you ran away, never told me the truth And looking at it now, what was I meant to do? I (know) had (had to) to (say my) say goodbye But if there was a crime If there was a body, if there was a knife If you told a real good, real bad lie I'd be standing by your side If there was a way (if there was a way) That someone at the scene had saw your face I could tell 'em where you were that night You were standing by my side I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi Alibi For a moment, you were heaven above I was drowning in the weight of your love Never thought that you would just cut it off What was magic (ended up damn tragic) And maybe I should just let it be But I'd do anything to keep you with me (keep you with me) Only you could make a catastrophe Seem romantic (oh, you're such a bad habit) You know I have to say my goodbye But if there was a crime If there was a body, if there was a knife If you told a real good, real bad lie I'd be standing by your side If there was a way (if there was a way) That someone at the scene had saw your face I could tell 'em where you were that night You were standing by my side I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi Alibi Sometimes I wonder if the memories keep you up at night (Does it keep you up at night?) Of you and I We're destined for disaster, must have lost my mind (Oh) 'cause I would be the alibi-bi-bi-bi-bi But if there was a crime If there was a body, if there was a knife If you told a real good, real bad lie I'd be standing by your side If there was a way (if there was a way) That someone at the scene had saw your face I could tell 'em where you were that night You were standing by my side I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi Oh, I could be your alibi-bi-bi-bi Alibi

Chorus: If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it Maybe or maybe not, I'll admit what I committed Exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why I had no disguises, no verdicts, no alibis (Malik b) Look into my window, tell me what you see M-ill-i-tant school of philosophy When niggaz get dealt wit mental velocity Connect my sentences and thoughts like apostrophes We represent hypocracy, it ain't no stopping me Until I fulfill the term of my prophecy My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban Who get grazed by the bullet? Triggers, who's quick to pull it? The anti-bullshitter, islamic extortioner You're the forfeiter unfortunately Niggaz who wanna gyp me I cause humidity so come and get me I'm simply, the cat to lay back I chill and what you The silent ninja Intends to injure, now I got you Sanity was lost so now I'm found insane I'm seeking streets to jeeps Hours, days, to weeks I even speak to geeks I hold my fortune, it's sweet I'm discreet in the streets, but that's just the way I play though I lay low, but over your head just like a halo Hell's angel, these thoughts you cannot untangle When I drop jewels, niggaz they wear 'em like a bangel Check it out One time for your mind like that Chorus2x (Black thought) Look into my window tell me what you see Lieutenant university of philosophy While you not possibly escaping what I'm meditating My shackle of thought tackle you while I'm educating Your dome's resonating from inhalation of darkness While I spark the smart shit from what you waiting Since you waiting me at the top of the pile Wild delaware file, pennsylvanian, sub-terranean style Step up into my crevice and taste the medicine of the champagne King like evelyn leaving you leveled and Sabatoged, it's all camaflouge like the devil and guns And coke peddling, olympic medaling flashback That of a war veteran, blast at The programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back On some accuracy of a brainwashed bosnian troop That swooped down through your roof without sound On a lyrical nat turner mission, reacting off of intuition Continuously alert, no intermission If your ears hurt, you shouldn't listen That means you artificial and my style'll poison your brain tissue Your inanes are crippled once the gamma rays hit you My grains habitual and I should never go against The ritual I've been mastering ever since I was among the flavor youth, remain sharper than a saber tooth My deliverance is self-evidance Vi-tal, lyri-cal science Now! Chorus2x (Black thought) Who knows what you snorted Or who support what you recorded But don't get it distorted, in this orbit you're aborted ?, shit's imported, exported Styles, they get sported my paragraphs aortic behold The illest medely got you in the choke hold Illadel epilouge, top league plus plush in vogue Slice tongues from your area code Student of life with the rugged exterior mode Blind a devil with the bold black and gold shine I walk the thin line and hold mine, let the people respond It's mind detect mind Swine decline let the power refine Build like it's 1999 In this day and time The reptillion rooms, the sextillion tons Your armageddon gwan come from the sun Untouchable cuts that's unclutchable for some to understand So y'all sit back and wonder damn I like to take this time to show you who I am Original man, black thought, aka lieutenant Malik b'll be the m-ill-i-tant Known to vanish in the atmosphere We up there like the stratos Chorus

Man im a coke rap spitter A hair pin trigger A crime rhyme dealer Is iller but on the realler Spin around jordan they at a loss For the words Rap it up light though, FLY LIKE A BIRD Nothing but baking soda the Motorola do it well Up in your face man with something To sell Im like a chronic vision pigeon tiga Just spinnin time with 45, 3, 57 And 9s My figure 8, is real its not fake Strawberry soda garlic bread and Steak Ahead in the chase and i hide Behind the wheel You talk more money and we can Make a deal (Make a deal square ass n*) VERSE 2: Im not a screw face, i keep my Boots lased And listen to the homies brag about They gun case They off taste, crank beat with more bass My court date, and i came in hella late No false game, wear rains with no chains Holla at the guard if u a rap cat mayne Nickel plated, now the (?) is penetrated I put that on my life im glad you never made it Raw hide, all in my blood line You never find a drug of me like no kind Dont hide, cause it makes it more divine To put you in the firing line on valentines February, or was it january I lose my memory when it come to you canaries Its necessary, on guard with what you carry Split the middle of the suture and add the blueberry (Interlude) Im not a damn fool, i live by they rules Base slang, and im doin my big thang Make change, get bread to kick game I knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame No shame, and im greedy to the brain You know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain Crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain I dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne Rip hearts and i pound the sky larks Petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks New suede, from the stage to the grave Hot days, means pistols in the shade It aint strange, motherfucker you sell cane Add a little color to the picture frame The rhyme cheater, throw on the wife beater T-shirt jeans tennis shoes then see ya (Interlude) And this analogy, is a new strategy And this academy is headed for a tragedy It sounds to me that you're tryin to break free And snakes like me dont allow that see At close range you can see my vertigo Venom in the soul and im ready to let it go With no control, man it can grow like a rose And im standing right there in my Filmo' pose When a child cries, in the heart a father dies Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive Lethal, both the prada eagles Bumpin C-BO on the way to Tahoe Im stage left, at the store remian chef Man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota Runnin down the stairs of the project do a Kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby You say the word, then here come the words put Mustard on they rap and then FLY LIKE A BIRD