Brother Ali - Blah Blah Blah Lyrics
[Featuring: Slug]Get yourself together now because it's hit timeYour known as the hit makersRecord breakers, party makersThey'll make your back crack, your liver quiverFor all you cats, they bound to more dips in your hipsMore cut in your strut, more glide in your strideIf you don't dig that you gotta hole in your soulIf you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong addressThey gon' sing mighty loud and clear[Brother Ali:]Ayo, the music made em jump back***** that, how y'all gonna come track somethin fat, without lettin Ali touch thatNothin' wack leaves his lipsYou're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)A seasoned veteran, an ego wreckin'I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessinY'all ain't *****in with the ox so quit your feeble sessionDouble teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessonsSluggo[Slug:]Here we goLookin at me like they know meOnly bout as far as they drunk ass can throw meDo it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakageNever that, we keep it basic like breakfastSo taste it, the vitamins are subtleSo tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzleBut shut up though(***** that, sucka jump back)I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame(We Call her hunch back), Ali run that[Brother Ali:]From cats lips to gods earsWe Line ya'll punk bastards in crosshairsApplying our thug tactics till y'all scaredDon't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)[Slug:]***** that, jump back, yo, what's thatDrippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?You *****in rappers are she-malesFrom the retail to the e-mail, the defeat felt because you need help[Chorus: x2]Y'all need to watch and observe and then followIf we open for y'all it's still our showI hear the same bullshit wherever I goLike Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah[Brother Ali (Slug):](Rappers steppin tight)Yeah they get they shit spunI throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I hit one(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run[Slug:]Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishinOn the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping traditionWhen you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinninCalm down little campers, I've got the answersYou should ***** exotic dancersYou should grow a pair of tits and some antlersIt doesn't matter turn it up, what the ***** you think that amps for?[Brother Ali:]I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snowAnd I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoeAnd I should, but instead I'll just pay the waiter and goBut if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinosYour respect is like a stick in the grassMean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on without itI wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my assWith your tongue out and write a love song about it[Slug:]Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribblesThe love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribblesThe Minnesota missiles, self taughtCommunication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister *****[Brother Ali:]Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairsAnd know you standing here choking on my pubic hairsTelling me your name is if you think the brother caresIf you keep bumping your gums than we can *****in' take it there[Slug (Brother Ali):]I make a room full of punk rocks stop and do the walk(Wrestle shots from a cop and ask him who's your pops)Who's you daddy, ***** that, Jump back and act happy(Sing my *****in' chorus fore I punch you in yo face)[Chorus x2]
