B-Walk

B-Walk

 Wilmington, North Carolina, USA
BandHip HopR&B

Biography

Rapper/writer/producer Brian Walker’s story is that of a true underground success. Falling in love with rap at age 12, after listening to the records of Sugar Hill Gang, Grandmaster Flash, and Tupac, he wrote his first raps in his basement with his brother and a family friend. He first gained recognition as battle rapper “Brian Walker,” but once he adopted the moniker “B-Walk” and started to record his music, his career trajectory changed forever.

B-Walk raps with the fury and precision of a seasoned battle rapper, but is also armed with a razor sharp wit and a merciless self-awareness that adds bite, intelligence and authenticity to his lyrics. His wit, and the analytical strengths that come with it, allow him to explore common hip-hop troupes and turn them on their head

Lyrics

Throw Your Cups Up

Written By: Brian Walker

Hook:
Oh we getting drunk, getting drunk, we getting drunk, getting drunk, we getting drunk,
Wilmington we getting fucked up, (everybody put your cups up,)
Oh we getting drunk, getting drunk, we getting drunk, getting drunk, we getting drunk,
Wilmington we getting fucked up, (everybody put your cups up,)
Throw yo drinks in the sky, put em high, you can throw your drinks in the sky,
We getting fucked up, (put, put yo cups up)
Throw yo drinks in the sky, put em high, you can throw your drinks in the sky,
We getting fucked up, (put, put yo cups up)

Verse 1:
That’s right, step into the club like, (I’m dra, dra, drunk right) (yo I got my mind right)
Eyes as big as dimes my, dialated pupils like a flash light,
Uh, yeah I gotta plan, palmin your girl, right where I stand, Shes tellin me just how she want that spray on, but not that tan,
(ooh)What you think about that damn, how many girls comin out that van,
Like ten a cab, so now, I’m all about my fans,
And, I stand, blunt burnin with a beer in hand, (yeah)
While they waving at me, signalin I’m clear to land,
One Time, on to the next, port city raise up, on to the vest,
Teflon flow, F bomb to the rest , sick throw back call me monster N ness,
Success, is what the fuck (bleep) I do for a living,
I get paid just to drink, miller brew for a living,
And we really on it, tenqueray gin, hold the tonic, (and we bomb on it)
And we smoking on nothing but dade cryp or the chronic,
If youre talkin about cash, then speak up, until I understand,
And put it on this pomp beat, cause its (this) my fuckin (bleep) jam,

Hook:

Verse 2:
I got her pushin that back, all up on me like a white tee,
Shout to parlae, cause man, ooh I think she like me,
And I’m gonna get that now, take it down, where the mic be,
Throwin back shots, takin turns, like the right key,
Smooth it out, chase that patron with some more, we don’t gotta mix it,
Let the liquor burn, like a candle, when the wicks lit,
No tricks, magic stick and leave is a habit,
Gotta be the one, to see it and grab it, call me a dog well I guess I’m rabid,
Cause I’m sicker than your average, girl pick it and I have it,
Blue label, green light, more liquid when I’m at it, Huh,
She don’t wanna smoke anything but the best weed (bleep),
And I don’t wanna be anything less than gretzky,
That’s the greatest, too many are over rated,
They littler than their names, I really can’t over state it,
I made it, and I’ll never be out, my spots slated,
So when they say that I’m gone they’re just tellin you that I’m faded,

Hook:

(continued on back)

Verse 3:
All the liquor in my cups, got me not givin a fuck (what),
Get yo, get yo, hands up, everybody getting drunk, drunk, (get yo, get yo hands up) a second time
All the liquor in my cups, got me not givin a fuck (what),
Get yo, get yo, hands up, everybody getting drunk, drunk,
Uh, dade county, south florida state bounty, (or da, da, da, da, dade)
Out on any girl with ass (bleep), who wanna come lay around me,
From the 3-0-5, to port city, its my time,
In the A at live wire, apple hustle, I-grind,
And my brand on, everything I touch, or put my hand on,
Scorchin hot, loochie, we got this money now to stand on,
With hit 26, I rep nation to the fullest,
From vegas, all the way to jersey, we spreadin like hallow bullets,
And they still do it, new rappers come in and ja rule it,
Start singing, turn the auto tune up, they all blew it,
And they keep blowin, that’s why my following keeps growin,
Turn that garbage off, and turn me up so everybodies knowin, that we,

Hook:

Crazy

Written By: Brian Walker

Hook: 1/2
Tears build in the side of my eyes,
I couldn’t hold em back now if I tried,

Verse 1:
There ain’t nothin you could ever do to change me,
I’ve been the same, since the day that god made me,
And this time I really let a girl phase me,
So enough games, baby girl save me,
From the bullshit drama, I’ve been through it all,
So I’m not sittin, waitin here for you to call,
You can let the plot thicken with a younger man,
I’m too grown, to give a fuck about the upper hand,
I’m too grown to give a fuck about another man,
Cause I could get enough girls to fill a summer camp,
So what number makes a cat call me a dog,
You felines are small but wanna take it all,
And you were beggin me to stay just a month ago,
Just so you could turn around and play the upper role,
But the sad part is at the start of the track,
I was right here waitin, cause I wanted you back,
(I promise you with all my heart, I still wanted you back)

Hook:
Tears build in the side of my eyes,
I couldn’t hold em back now if I tried,
Our time together passed both of us by,
Still I can’t get you offa my mind,

Verse 2:
Uh, I think I just died on the record,
Cause we’re never gonna have a b side on our record,
And you know, that every single time we’re together,
We’ll both, know we shoulda tied it forever,
And don’t, think about makin it better,
By comin back around, minds change like the weather,
And, eyes stain, girl I saw you break us up,
Just once and your love now seems fake as fuck,
All fronts, lies that you told me every night,
Just stunts, like you would hold me every night,
So run, as far away from me and my can,
Cause if you come back, you know we can’t only be friends,
Plus, now theres no trust in your touch,
So I’ll prolly break, your, heart after we lust,
But the sad part is at the start of the track,
I was right here waitin, cause I wanted you back,

Hook:

Verse 3:
So Is the tattoo for me, or is that just for me,
The story about the tat, and what it actually means,
If it is, then understand an anchor and rope,
Will just sink if their never tied onto a boat,
Get your whole body inked, if it eases your mind,
Of how it feels when you know what your leaivin behind,
And you’re goin but you gotta noose hooked on my throat,
And you draggin me behind you, on the fact you got hope,
And I can act like you never meant shit to me,
But in the end I’m a product of my history,
And I got a history of lovin girls,
That are crazy as fuck, livin life in another world,
And this time it nearly tore me apart,
By reaching into my side and grabbin all of my heart,
And the sad part is, at the end of the track,
I’m still right here hopin gods sendin you back,

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Bang

Written By: Brian Walker

Hook:
Bang, if you want it come and get it and we gonna,
Bang, swagger like the U is in it, man we gonna,
Bang, that’s your girl I’m gonna hit it man we gonna,
Bang, if its hot you know we did it all we do is,
Bang, if you want it come and get it and we gonna,
Bang, swagger like the U is in it, man we gonna,
Bang, that’s your girl I’m gonna hit it man we gonna,
Bang, if its hot you know we did it all we do is,

Verse 1:
From the M-I-A, anybody comin around you get sprayed,
Anybody runnin your mouth you get blazed, anybody fuckin around, and your body ain’t found for days,
We stay on the tip of the map, got hoes right here just kickin it back,
You flippin a gat, better have like ten, cause the men that we got roll thicker than that,
Yeah, I flow so bad and quick, got your ho right here wanna rapper dick,
And I give it to her now or she have a fit, then she yours again, man I blast a bitch,
That’s a hit, from the M-I-A, to anywhere on the map man they gone bang,
Call me Lil wayne man when makin it reign, I deliver the rap, like its into your vein,
Fuck around get a stick in the back, with a blade on the end where the fuck you at,
Ain’t duckin back, ain’t tuckin that chain now, man you stuck with that,
B-Walk with a fitted black hat, that I push to the back, and a lean like that,
And a team like crack, when the club get packed, you gone bang when they play this track,
Anybody else wanna war come and get it, cause I set em up man, so I never gotta bet it,
Never gotta let it, up to a chance, you ain’t never gotta headed, up to advance,
Never really read it, just to a glance, and you never gave me credit, stuck in a stance,
You ain’t gotta know bout the place where I hang, just hear this shit man this gone bang,

Hook:

Verse 2: Boss

Hook:

Verse 3: 1 of 2
We bang in the club, if you want it put em up, and the thang in my cup gonna get your girl rubbed,
Dangling my nuts, like I don’t give a fuck, and I hit like what when I’m off of that stuff,
Get a cup fill up, cop a feel up, got money from the days when I sold those drugs,
Homo thugs, don’t touch me, gotta blade and I strike like a pit bulls teeth,
This gone be what I’m dyin to make, gotta flow all these hoes just tryin to take,
And if anybody fuckin around you get got, man if Hip-hop’s dead then I’m takin a shot,
Now I gotta reincarnate the game, I can’t take no more, I can’t stake my claim,
So I gotta break that, dog to negate that, B-Walk comin in fast like a race track,

Verse 3: 2 of 2 Boss

Hook:

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The Piano Man

Written By: Brian Walker

Hook:
I play my life one key at a time,
Each key is a line, comin outta my mind, I,
Let my hands speak, for what I can’t say,
I’m the piano man, let the piano play,

Verse 1:
Crash, when I take it on the real, that’s the price you pay,
For not offerin a deal,
Now that raps poppin off, a lotta peoples minds changed,
Cause everybody, wants to get a piece of my name,
And all of a sudden my ex girl friends wantin me back,
But I’ma tell her real quick, I ain’t touchin the rat,
I could spit, since me and white Russian would rap,
And I’ve been stayin the same, I still get onto a track,
With a dirty shirt, keep my eyes low, drinkin straight grain,
Alcohol, the only way that I can stay sane,
If you get into your head then man you won’t last,
So no I don’t ask, and no I don’t pass,
Any test that the rap cops are handing out,
Cause in a sea of white tees I’ll be standing out,
I gotta black shirt, jeans and some a-1s,
So you can recognize me when my day comes,
I’ve lost more than just some money when I moved south,
I lost all of my friends cause they got new doubts,
And now they callin me up, the ones who turned their back,
Fake friends getting love I ain’t heard of that,

Hook: x2

Verse 2:
Let the piano play, through out the whole day,
Cause it’ll help me to forget what all the girls say,
Yo when I’m broke they complain I gotta bad mouth,
Give me some cash and they standin with they hands out,
I go from ugly to cute, in like a minute flat,
Its got me losin my mind, I’ll never get it back,
So anyone who called me rabbit in my life time’s,
About to catch a touch of knife to their right eye,
And if I’m over your head well then you gotta breath,
And think about what I said and what its gotta mean,
Yo all the liquors got me stuck in a frenzy of thoughts,
And it determines, if I’m gonna be friendly or not,
I’m takin shots of the henney don’t hand me the rocks,
They’re goin straight to my head till the partyin stops,
And oddly enough, none of the woman I touched,
Really cared about my name they just wanted to cut,
It makes me think about the state of the world,
And dirty raps that I spit, what I say to my girl, huh,
What I say to my woman to earn trust,
If I’m always pullin out of the rush, is it us,

Hook: x2

(continued on back)

Verse 3:
You’re lookin stupid if you’re thinkin raps all the same,
Cause everybody in the game has their own pain,
So you can look at us and call us by the wrong name,
You’ve got the picture but you put it in the wrong frame,
So how you judge an art taken out of context,
You can’t become a legend rapper from a contest,
Because theres popular rap, and then theres hip-pop,
A formulaic way to make the record sales drop,
And no you can’t be the king of the streets,
Then do a song on paris Hiltons albums, really that’s weak,
I never said I was in touch with the streets but I,
Have got a certain credibility when touching a beat,
Because me, I’m the piano man,
My fingers touchin every key, till I make it sound right like my outer hand,
And right now I’m comin out again,
Because me runnin outta tracks is like the beach runnin outta sand,
Its never happenin, I’m on the track again,
And every other one that run, yo I’m lappin them,
So put your money down, cause people packin in,
For the piano man to play another rap again,

Hook: x2

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Get It Started feat. J. Breez

Written By: Brian Walker, Jaron Bradley

Hook:
We just came to live it up, go and tip yo cup,
At the bar, at the show, let em know whats up,
We came to party, so lets get it started in the club,

Verse 1:
This I’ll be the song, you gone fuck to when its on,
Let your self moan, when it plays in your home,
Girls get your ass here and stay in my zone,
Grind on me, no, what you feel ain’t my phone,
If it’s a rapper in the club you after,
You ain’t gotta look no further cause I’d love to tap ya,
She ain’t even heard nothin bout my stature,
But the drinks and the beat gonna help me catch her,
And stak told me one time that I’d never learn,
And he was right, cause I’m givin every girl a turn,
Make it hot, call me usher when I let it burn,
Like a bottle of tequila with the fuckin worm,
You getting hot, time to rest yourself,
You gotta chill or your damn fake breasts ill melt,
Besides later on girl we’ll be movin well,
And if I’m right then you prolly gonna lose your belt,

Hook:

Verse 2:
Get yourself drunk, while your man gets jumped,
He’s played like a bitch and he’s left in the trunk,
The mob comin through with some real motherfuckers,
Who got things on they hip that’ll kill all the bullshit,
I ain’t playin girl, feel what I’m sayin,
Everything gone get way real when I’m layin,
Drugs and the liquor got a mass appeal,
And I’ma represent em both when I crash the field,
Stash on my waist, I’ma mac for real,
White shoes, with a button up, black and teal,
From Dade County but I crack the seal,
Into north Carolina just to scrap a meal,
And I don’t give a fuck what the other girl said,
I was thinkin bout you when she gave me head,
I stay up in your bed like I’m little half dead,
And I get, get it on, till they all get fed,

Hook:

Bridge:
Ohhh, girl we can get it on, I’ll pour you this patron,
And you can give me dome, girl,

(continued on back)

Verse 3:
I spit the same shit, that the hoods bang with,
I keep my language on point, bang bitch,
And we gone get high, till we all are dangling,
It’s a long way down get your ass strapped in,
This ain’t back when, motherfuckers tapped in,
You gone hit two we gone come and crack ten,
Nowadays you gone have to bury us all,
Cause none of us are getting locked just to stair at a wall,
You’re lookin at a man, with his dick in his hand,
And another on a mic, girl get with the band,
I make your head spin round quicker then fans,
So get it on motherfucker we gone hit with the plan,
And this be the shit that’ll hit with your click,
It don’t matter who your with it’ll hit with your bitch,
And I grip with my hand no flinch in my wrist,
And we get it on, with, nothin less than a fifth,

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