Brother Ali - Back Stage Pacin' Lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Brother Ali ]Show promoter backstage pacin (Why is that?)He's tryin to take control of his situationHe know damn well he ain't got the money I expect to haveSo I'm stuffin all the backstage in my record bagBut that's what you get when you don't pay shitCause I can't pay my rent on free water and chipsAnd if free beer means payment is what you thinkBK drank one and Ali don't drinkSo produce the fetti, cheddar or whatever you call itGo get your dough split and come the hell up off itThis is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeitAnd if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for your walletLet me guess - the turnout wasn't quite what you expectedLet me guess - somethin that the club owner did wrecked itLet me guess - it's hard to pack em in in this kind of weatherAnd nobody wanna come and party after 9/11That's not a MP, that's a YP - your problemYou need to have this shit planned out before callinThis is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my familyYou just gon' have to understand meBackstage pacin[ VERSE 2: Brother Ali ]Opening act backstage pacin (Why is that?)They tryin take control of they situationBut they mad salty cause they wore they *****in matchin shirtsAnd the crowd didn't feel them and they went on firstIt's the monitor, the soundman, it's the mutha*****in micsCats in this state are haters and the whole crowd's whiteDon't sleep, your Wu-Tang impression is tightAnd if blah-blah would have happened, y'all'd had em snappinLet me guess - you and your girl had a conversationLet me guess - she doesn't feel that you're being compensatedLet me guess - you've been rappin for a year and a halfAnd you mad brave when you get a little beer in your assAt this stage y'all really need to show and provePay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your duesBe happy with your 20 minutes and your drink ticketsAnd go build your own scene if you think differentHah, cause we ain't even triyn to take y'all shitThe Micronauts should have pinky rings to make y'all kissIt's a road now, but who you think paved all this?You're mad-face makin, you're lucky to be backstage pacinFee-fi-fo-fumWatch out, mutha*****a, hear the big Brother comeLike fee-fi-fo-fum(Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come) --] Run-DMC[ VERSE 3: Brother Ali ]Brother Ali backstage pacin (Why is that?)He tryin to take control of his situationHe's a million miles from home and his dick is on hardAnd these girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in GodI'm haunted by an overfriendly poetry chickWho keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thickAnd if I met her on the street I probably wouldn't look twiceBut at a show with my ego on swoll she look likeA master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay betweenHair was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel greenRevealin just enough to let me know she got itBut concealin just enough to let imagination frolicLet me guess - my poetry makes you feel so inspiredLet me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you excitedLet me guess - you wanna go and party after the showAnd you were hopin that the two of us could capture the flowShe like, "Come on Ali, it ain't nothin to dance"By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin your assAnd by the end of the night I might be *****in you fastThen my wife probably find a new husband and dash
