Ill Al Skratch - The Brooklyn Uptown Connection lyrics

Yeah 1-2, get ready Cause this is how we do it We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation To my n***a the low-down dirty drop-out from high school, Big Ill And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch To my n***a LIC representin Conspiracy Yeah Soundwave, break em off [ VERSE 1: Soundwave ] You say you never heard the Sound I'm about to break em off somethin right now Open up your mind and let me in Knock-knock, who speaks in the voice of sin? Must drop to your knees, please just listen A tale of four blackmen reminiscin I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin out partyin Believe in the MC cause you can see me not Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock Non-stop cyber-funkin, let me tell you somethin Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC This is virtual reality A rap fantasy of the life of four beings Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing Funkin em up, come on to the right I'm funkin em up, come on to the left The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to d**h [ VERSE 2: Al Skratch & Big Ill the Mack ] Who want to f** around, who want to clown With two n***as from the Brooklyn Uptown underground Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin alki Stagger as I'm babblin, so n***a please don't doubt me When I was ten they took my flick at the precint Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent So don't f** with me cause I'm psychotic I kick the hard sh** and let my man get melodic Aiyo, I'm rollin, rollin, rollin I'll lump you up and leave you swollen The mic that I'm holdin is golden Patrollin straight out the fiery pits I turn a page as my diary gets Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he? b**hes want to know, so Ill get busy I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung Tu madre ( ? ) That means your mama want to s** my dick, f*ggot The b**h is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it We makin moves over funky fat grooves And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news So who want to g**n, tell me who can hang; slang Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang With the glock you could swing on my block And I'll knock the sh** out of your a** with the quick fast Who want to f** around, who want to clown With two n***as from the Brooklyn Uptown underground Who want to f** around, who want to clown With two n***as from the Brooklyn Uptown underground [ VERSE 3: LIC ] Here it is, steppin to my biz with the free flow steelo Headcrackin n***as like celo Comin from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter For a fronter tryin to front, word to mother On a microphone alone in a zone of danger With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon Bustin more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks Give up raw facts for n***as fakin jacks Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin crazy papers Cuttin s**ers with razors in faces, beatin body cases LIC, I'm givin lashes, slashes Holdin cla**es, controllin ma**es, bustin a**es Just when I put the ambush to spots Bustin my mics like Glocks, robbin n***as for they props The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time Like a career criminal committin crime after crime A gun-clapper ( ? ) type of rapper LIC, code name come-off-the-head master Flowin at a high velocity possibly MC's might snitch, call the cops on me But it's aight cause I got my peeps here with me LIC representin Conspiracy One love baby The Uptown connection Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthaf**in crew I'm out