[00:00.00] 作曲 : Brother Ali[00:06.96](feat. Slug)[00:07.17]Get yourself together now because it's hit time[00:11.37]Your known as the hit makers[00:13.17]Breaker breakers, party makers[00:15.69]They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver[00:19.92]For all you cats, who never put more dips in your hips[00:27.03]More cut in your strut, more glide in your stride[00:30.00]If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul[00:33.00]If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address[00:36.18]Because singing might be loud and clear[00:37.89](Brother Ali)[00:38.37]Ayo, the music made ‘em jump back[00:40.65]**** that, how y'all gonna contrast somethin fat, without lettin Ali touch that[00:45.09]Gun whack, read his lips[00:46.41]You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (so here he is)[00:50.28]A seasoned veteran, an ego reckon[00:52.17]I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin[00:54.66]Y'all ain't ****ing with the ahk so quit your feeble session[00:57.24]Double teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons[00:59.70]So no[01:00.27](Slug)[01:00.39]Here we go[01:00.78]Lookin at me like they know me[01:02.55]Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me[01:05.07]Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage[01:07.59]Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast[01:09.90]So taste it, the vitamins are subtle[01:11.73]So tighten up or Slug'll, even try to decipher the puzzle[01:14.64]But shut up though[01:15.42](**** that, sucka jump back)[01:17.07]I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame[01:19.08](We call her hunch back), Ali run that[01:20.43](Brother Ali)[01:20.73]From cats lips to gods ears[01:22.44]We align yall punk bastards and cross hairs[01:24.87]Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared[01:27.27]Don't stop till your punk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)[01:30.36](Slug)[01:30.48]**** that, jump back, yo, what's that[01:32.52]Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?[01:35.13]You bitch rappers are she-males[01:36.96]From the retail to the e-mail, defeat felt cause you need help[01:40.08]Chorus (2x)[01:40.26]Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow[01:52.80]If we open for y'all it's still our show[01:55.20]I hear the same ol' shit wherever I go[01:57.42]Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah[01:59.49](Brother Ali) (Slug)[02:20.04](Rappers steppin to)[02:21.06]ah yeah they get their dicks burned[02:22.47]I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I get learned[02:24.66](Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?)[02:27.33]We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run[02:29.91](Slug)[02:30.06]Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin[02:34.02]On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition[02:37.26]when you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin[02:40.02]Calm down little camper, I've got the answers[02:43.20]You should **** exotic dancers[02:44.85]You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers[02:47.13]It doesn't matter turn it up, what the **** you think that amp's for?[02:49.68](Brother Ali)[02:50.07]I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow[02:52.20]And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe[02:54.63]And I should but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go[02:57.09]But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids'll be albinos[03:00.30]Your respect is like a stick in the grass[03:02.28]Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on about it[03:04.68]I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass[03:07.26]with your tongue out and write a love song about it[03:09.42](Slug)[03:09.54]Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles[03:12.42]The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles[03:14.94]The Minnesota missiles, self taught[03:16.92]communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked[03:19.95](Brother Ali)[03:20.25]Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs[03:22.50]And now you standing here choking on my pubic hairs[03:25.02]Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares[03:27.36]If you keep bumping your gums, yo we can ****ing take it there[03:29.40](Slug) (Brother Ali)[03:29.82]Yo Make a room full of bump rocks stop and do twats[03:32.28](Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him who's your pops)[03:34.74]Who's you daddy, **** that, Jump back and act happy[03:37.47](Sing my ****ing chorus before I punch you in the face)[04:15.64](Chorus) - 2X