Get yourself now because it's hit time Your as the hit makers Breaker breakers, makers They'll your back crack, your liver quiver For all you cats, we're gonna put more dips in hips More cut in your strut, more in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hole in soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong Because singing might be and clear
Ali] Ayo, the music made 'em back Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, without lettin Ali that? Gun whack, read his You're not serious, I got few and no superiors (so here he is) A seasoned veteran, an ego I turn it up notch to keep the people guessin Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your feeble Double for the evening, so you heed the lessons
we go Lookin at me like they me Only bout as far as drunk ass can throw me Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no Never that, we keep it basic like So it, the vitamins are subtle So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to the puzzle But shut up (Fuck that, sucka back) I hold the game Notre Dame, I know your dame (We her hunch back), Ali run that
Ali] From cats lips to gods We mind yall punk bastards and cross Applying our thug till y'all scared Don't stop your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)
Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack? You fuckin are she-males From the retail to the e-mail, the feet cause you need help
x 2 Y'all need to watch and and then follow If we open for y'all it's still our I hear the same bullshit I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Ali] (Slug) (Rappers to) ah they get their shits burned I throw a roll of and cyphers and then I get learned (Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's chicks?) We'll take her out for breakfast if you to let your lips run
Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that to go fishin On the mic with air tight precision, the in keeping tradition when you ain't keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin Calm down little camper, got the answers You fuck exotic dancers You should grow a pair of tits and some It doesn't matter, it up, what the fuck you think that amp's for?
Ali] I write poems, rhymes, write my name in the snow And I could use all of that to bend the of your ho And I should but I'll just pay the waiter and go But if I have a wife, yo, your kids'd be albinos respect is like a stick in the grass Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on it I my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass with your tongue out and write a love about it
Write that shit of your book full of funny little scribbles The love in vomit, the money comes in dribbles The Minnesota missiles, taught communication, mutilation, holding of your sister naked
Ali] Ha ha, You to to walk down the stairs And now you're standing here choking on my hairs Telling me name is if you think the brother cares
If you keep your gums we can fucking take it there
(Brother Ali) Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do the (Rest those from a cop, and ask him who's your pops) Who's you daddy, Fuck that, back and act happy (Sing my fucking chorus before I you in the face)
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