Brother Ali, Slug - Blah Blah Blah lyrics

Get yourself together now because
It's hit time

You're known as the hit makers
Record 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 got
A hole in your soul
If you don't dig this mess
You came to the wrong address
We gon' sing mighty loud and clear

Ayo, the music made 'em jump back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna
Contrast somethin fat
Without lettin Ali touch that
Nothin' whack leaves his lips
You’re not serious
I got few equals and no superiors
(so here he is)
A seasoned veteran, of ego 'reckin
I turn it up another notch
To keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ahk
So quit your feeble session
Double teamin for the evening
So you heed the lessons so no

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 to Slug or
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 call her hunch back) , Ali run that

From cats lips to gods ears
We line y'all punk bastards in crosshairs
Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared
Don't stop till your drunk ass
Hit's the back stairs (ohh yeah)

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
Defeat felt cause you need help

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 bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah 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 bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah

(Rappers steppin to)
Ah yeah they get their shit spun
I throw a roll of quarters in
Cyphers and bet I hit one
(Yo I don't care were you represent son
Where's your chick from?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you
Want to let your lips run

Listen, I know your mission
Some type of magician that
Likes to go fishin'
On the mic with air tight precision, elitism
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
Tit's and some antlers
It doesn't matter turn it up
What the fuck you think that amp's for?

I right wrongs, write rhymes
Write my name in the snow
And I could use all of that to
Bend the frame of your ho
And I should but instead I'll just
Pay the waiter and go
But, if I didn't have a wife
Yo your kids'd be albinos
Your respect is like a stick in the grass
Mean mugs and tree hugs
I'll go on without 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

Write that shit inside of your book
Full of funny little scribbles
The love comes in vomit
The money comes in dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, self taught
Communication, mutilation
Holding pictures of your sister naked

Ha ha, You too drunk to walk down the stairs
And now you standing here choking
On my pubic hairs telling me your name as if
You think the brother cares
If you keep bumping your gums we
Can fucking take it there

I make a room full of punk
Rocks stop and do wop
Wrestle 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 your face)

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 bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah 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 bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah