Live At The Barbeque

[Hook]

It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)

That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)

That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)

And that's all!

[Nas]

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split

Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin, my architect pleases

When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America

Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria

My troops roll up with a strange force

I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source

Swimming in women like a lifeguard

Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard

Kidnap the President's wife without a plan

And hanging niggas like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics till the sound wave's over

Before stepping to me you'd rather step to Jehovah

Slamming MC's on cement

Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient

I move swift and uplift your mind

Shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme

Rapping sniper, speaking real words

My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard

My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic

My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

[Hook]

[Joe Fatal]

Fatal is merciful and they curse me

When I grip the mic I show no mercy

I got heart, I rip the party apart

From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans

But you get done, you get blues like 501

Brothers are live but I bet ya I'm liver son

So let me get upon the scene and redeem

The dream of a team, and knock 'em out like Mitch Green

Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed

Rap on off breaks stomping like Northlakes

Cause I'm living larger than the founders of Fendi

An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy

So round up your crew and entourage

And let the God Merciful just take charge

[Hook]

[Akinyele]

Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit

But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit

Like pigs when it comes to a showdown

Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down

Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready

That's what separates me from the petty

MC's gas themselves by drinking too much Getty

And get torn the fuck up like confetti

I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima

It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'mma

Get you sucker if you bite like a piranha

So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama

Point blank, period, with no comma

Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homicide

Cause I knock 'em dead even when I'm at my worst

The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse

Got game like a crackhead

But don't be misled, I keep rappers on lock like a dread

Knots in the head from the words that I said

So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead

[Hook]

[Large Professor]

I grab up girls like jacks

Add 'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax

As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start

To finish I diminish like a Cuisinart

Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's necking me

(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I got dough

Why's my name the Large Professor?

Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heifer

Don't talk about how you can break Rambo

That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo

Propaganda, save it for Savanda

Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra

Don't let the folks around your way puff your head

Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed

I'll kick fire out your ass so fast

You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass

[Hook x4]

• Artist:Main Source