Get yourself together now because hit time Your known as the hit Breaker breakers, makers They'll make your crack, your liver quiver For all you cats, we're gonna put more dips in your cut in your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hole in your If you don't dig this mess, you came to the address Because singing might be loud and
[Brother Ayo, the music made 'em back Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, without Ali touch that? Gun whack, his lips You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so he is) A veteran, an ego reckon I turn it up another to keep the people guessin Y'all ain't with the ox so put your feeble session Double teamin for the evening, so you the lessons
we go Lookin at me they know me Only bout as far as they drunk ass can me Do it, somebody's to catch it, no breakage that, we keep it basic like breakfast So it, the vitamins are subtle So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to the puzzle But up though (Fuck that, sucka back) I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know dame (We her hunch back), Ali run that
Ali] From cats to gods ears We yall punk bastards and cross hairs Applying our thug tactics y'all scared Don't stop till your ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)
Fuck that, back, yo, what's that off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack? You fuckin rappers are From the retail to the e-mail, the felt cause you need help
x 2 Y'all to watch and observe and then follow If we open for y'all it's our show I hear the same wherever I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
[Brother (Slug) (Rappers to) ah yeah they get their shits I throw a roll of and cyphers and then I get learned (Yo I don't care you represent son, where's your chicks?) We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let lips run
Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders in tradition when you ain't even the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin Calm down little camper, I've got the You should fuck exotic You should grow a of tits and some antlers It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the you think that amp's for?
[Brother I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the And I could use all of to bend the frame of your ho And I should but instead I'll pay the waiter and go But if I didn't have a wife, yo, your be albinos Your respect is a stick in the grass Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on it I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can my ass with your tongue out and write a love about it
Write that shit inside of your full of funny little scribbles The comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles The Minnesota missiles, self communication, mutilation, holding pictures of sister naked
[Brother Ha ha, You to drunk to walk the stairs And now you're here choking on my pubic hairs Telling me your name is if you the brother cares
If you keep bumping your gums we can fucking it there
(Brother Ali) Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do the (Rest those shots a cop, and ask him who's your pops) you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy (Sing my fucking chorus I punch you in the face)
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