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 contract 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 drunk 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)   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 x2      (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 chick rom?)   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 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 amp'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 but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go   But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would 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 now 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 punk 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)   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 x2