Behind Bars - Intellectual

[Intro]

Huh, c'mon!

"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' I 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

[Chorus]

Behind bars

[Verse 2: Slick Rick]

Showing off because on the phone, click, losing all the hoes off

Niggas housed the watch and Donna took all of the clothes off

Nigga hell with drawers that's what my clothes figured telling

Every night it seem like mice be in and out a nigga cell and

Still ain't home, like on the hook, seen a bunch of kids look

Miss outdoors, never know what you have until it's took'en

And in fact, the moment you fear, all of that, you quote snaps

Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps

"I'll be a bigger star than you", though never heard of the nigga

Takes my raps and read aloud, I wanted to murder the nigga

Just kidding, no offend to it, finally he ended it

Case dismissed, but your honor, D.A. kindly prevented it

He told to the judge, don't free him, this brother trigger wars

And not just that because I refuse to wash some jive nigga drawers

So hold the head, drift the Sumo weight in knots and cars

Instead of sitting here accumulating cuts and scars

[Chorus]

Behind bars

[Verse 3: Slick Rick]

"What fight? The nigga trip, C.O." the rest he might scared

But couldn't squeal. I's like, "Officer that nigga right there"

Now if he ain't get me his friends will, needed a utensil

It turned out, I had to stab him in the eye with a pencil

State of shock, he made a yell, I said, "Now what you want traitor?"

C.O. puts me in the bin, I see ya about a month later

Back in population, didn't matter that his friends tensed

The phone privs, the years added to the sentence

Still chilling and all of that and I escaped when I dreamt

I don't think so, don't hit the stove 'cause they made a rape attempt

Thank goodness, failed, call out next, he wail out

Here go the C.O., "Ricky Walters, pack up, you're bailed out"

The C.O. couldn't see the rape, the kid'll snitch mass figure

Fast trigger, you'll be back, you little bitch ass nigga

Au revoir, back to dating sluts and stars

At least for now, no more accumulating cuts and scars

[Chorus]

Behind bars