Eternia - The BBQ lyrics

[Intro] [Rah Digga talking]: This is what y'all been bloggin' 'bout right? Uh-huh [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) It's like that y'all (Like that y'all) Like that y'all (That y'all) b**hes and that's all [Verse One] [Rah Digga]: Fiya, mixtape warin' Shoppin' on Fordham I be movie scorin' Rhymin' out of boredom Somewhere in the islands tryin' to talk to sister Lauryn Anything less than six figures I ignore them Hit Ventura for shrimps imported With pimps from Florida, friends from Europe f** hip hop police Got hip hop jurors We some hip hop purists and it just got purer See what the game came down to since Rah left Chicks a hot mess, Fergie all we got left Sad story Even the awards don' dropped the category These rap b**hes corny 99 problems my a** Got about 99 with 99 in the flask Mercurial b**h in '99, 10 years pa**ed When I'm droppin' motherf**ers still ask [Hook] [Verse Two] [Eternia]: Eternia, the goddess of this rap sh** And it's obvious we got this locked cause look how it lasted Uphill climb since I was in the baby basket Relevant to many who don't follow the ma**es Laugh at you, cause I can do what you can do better than you Smack a few rappers 'til they act like vegetables Impeccable, my time for shinin' is now, incredible So cop the record now before it's a collectible All natural, the way we eat the flow is intangible Fetuses that were raised to feed the beat like animals Matter of fact, the facts in your paper's manufactured, not accurate I got a whole track that can back me wit' Blaow, I know a couple ladies that can end you right now Sk** that steady and we don't back down Deadly with the tool of your choice, that's sound Yeah, so how you like me now?" [Hook] [Verse Three] [The Lady Of Rage]: I'm sick and tired of people askin' me why I ain't signed Is the industry blind or just tryin' to block my shine? This is rap, what you industry cats forgot 'bout rhymes It's all 'bout dimes and I ain't tryin' to shake my behind Beside, mine is too big for that I don't fit into that Stereotypical, hypocritical image that I'm 'bout to bring lyrics back f** playin' the stripper role I ain't tryin' to grip the stripper pole just to get the gold Now all my people know Rage is the original Lyrical black widow, put rap in the hospital Resuscitated, you f**in' haters I berated and gave you a way to escape This Planet Of The Apes You ba*tards swear you bananas and wouldn't bust grapes Hip hop became a jungle for the monkeys and snakes How long does it take to break through the phoney and fake? One of the female greats What mo' I gotta say? [Hook]