Behind Bars Slick Rick
"Behind Bars" by Slick Rick, released in 1991, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of incarceration, reflection, and the struggles of life behind bars. The lyrics convey Slick Rick's storytelling prowess, using vivid imagery to depict life experiences. Its unique blend of humor and seriousness, along with a catchy beat, solidified its cultural impact in hip-hop.
[Intro]
Huh, c'mon!
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
[Verse 1: Slick Rick]
In the slammer, kid, but I'm innocent
Lord played witty wasn't having any pity—
Now in Razor Blade City
Cries oppose the situation, seen mad eyes of foes
Drives a Rolls, "Hey, yo, money, what size are those?"
Need to phone, "me too," another sprang up, hmm, to gang up
On this kid, housing the phone like he didn't know how to hang up
Would be hard though, up to a minute or so and then yells time on a
And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna
Be on that ass and won't stay off—extort, fig' [you safe?], way off
Beaten to death — "you ain't protecting me?"
Forgot today's my day off
Hold my head and drift the Sumo weight in knots and cars
Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars, behind bars
Huh, c'mon!
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
"This type of shit, it happens every day"
[Verse 1: Slick Rick]
In the slammer, kid, but I'm innocent
Lord played witty wasn't having any pity—
Now in Razor Blade City
Cries oppose the situation, seen mad eyes of foes
Drives a Rolls, "Hey, yo, money, what size are those?"
Need to phone, "me too," another sprang up, hmm, to gang up
On this kid, housing the phone like he didn't know how to hang up
Would be hard though, up to a minute or so and then yells time on a
And when you get your commissary, buy this and that or else I'm gonna
Be on that ass and won't stay off—extort, fig' [you safe?], way off
Beaten to death — "you ain't protecting me?"
Forgot today's my day off
Hold my head and drift the Sumo weight in knots and cars
Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars, behind bars
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