Blah Blah Blah (feat. Slug)

Get yourself together now because it's hit time

Your known as the hit makers

Breaker breakers, party makers

They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver

For all you cats, who never put more dips in your hips

More cut in your strut, more glide in your stride

If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul

If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address

Because singing might be loud and clear

[Brother Ali]

Ayo, the music made 'em jump back

Fuck that, how y'all gonna contrast somethin fat, without lettin Ali touch that

Gun whack, read his lips

You're not serious, I got few evils and no superiors (so here he is)

A seasoned veteran, an ego reckon

I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin

Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your feeble session

Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons

So no

[Slug]

Here we go

Lookin at me like they know me

Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me

Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage

Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast

So taste it, the vitamins are subtle

So tighten up or Slug'll, even try to decipher the puzzle

But shut up though

(Fuck that, sucka jump back)

I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame

(We cut a hunch back), Ali run that

[Brother Ali]

From cats lips to gods ears

We mind yall punk bastards and cross hairs

Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared

Don't stop till your punk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

[Slug]

Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that

Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?

You fuckin rappers are she-males

From the retail to the e-mail, your freak fell cause you need help

[Chorus x2]

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow

If we open for y'all it's still our show

I hear the same ol' shit wherever I go

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

[Brother Ali (Slug)]

[Rappers steppin to]

ah yeah they get their shits burned

I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I get learned

(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 fishin

On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition

when you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin

Calm down little camper, I've got the answers

You should fuck exotic dancers

You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers

It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that Ant's for?

[Brother Ali]

I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow

And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe

And I should *????* I'll just pay the waiter and go

But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids'll be albinos

Your respect is like a stick in the grass

Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on about it

I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass

with your tongue out and write a love song about it

[Slug]

Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles

The love comes and vomit, the money comes and dribbles

The Minnesota missiles, self taught

communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked

[Brother Ali]

Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs

And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs

Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares

If you keep bumping your guns we can fucking take it there

[Slug (Brother Ali)]

Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do twats

(Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him who's your pops)

Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy

(Sing my fucking chorus before I punch you in the face)

[Chorus x2]