[Verse 1] Show promoter backstage pacin (Why is that?) He's tryin to take control of his situation He know damn well he ain't got the money I expect to have So I'm stuffin all the backstage in my record bag But that's what you get when you don't pay sh** Cause I can't pay my rent on free water and chips And if free beer means payment is what you think BK drank one and Ali don't drink So produce the fetti, cheddar or whatever you call it Go get your dough split and come the hell up off it This is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeit And if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for your wallet Let me guess - the turnout wasn't quite what you expected Let me guess - somethin that the club owner did wrecked it Let me guess - it's hard to pack em in in this kind of weather And nobody wanna come and party after 9/11 That's not a MP, that's a YP - your problem You need to have this sh** planned out before callin This is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my family You just gon' have to understand me Backstage pacin [Verse 2] Opening act backstage pacin (Why is that?) They tryin take control of they situation But they mad salty cause they wore they f**in matchin shirts And the crowd didn't feel them and they went on first It's the monitor, the soundman, it's the muthaf**in mics Cats in this state are haters and the whole crowd's white Don't sleep, your Wu-Tang impression is tight And if blah-blah would have happened, y'all'd had em snappin Let me guess - you and your girl had a conversation Let me guess - she doesn't feel that you're being compensated Let me guess - you've been rappin for a year and a half And you mad brave when you get a little beer in your a** At this stage y'all really need to show and prove Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your dues Be happy with your 20 minutes and your drink tickets And go build your own scene if you think different Hah, cause we ain't even triyn to take y'all sh** The Micronauts should have pinky rings to make y'all kiss It's a road now, but who you think paved all this? You're mad-face makin, you're lucky to be backstage pacin [Bridge] Fee-fi-fo-fum Watch out, muthaf**a, hear the big Brother come Like fee-fi-fo-fum (Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come) [Verse 3] Brother Ali backstage pacin (Why is that?) He tryin to take control of his situation He's a million miles from home and his dick is on hard And these girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God I'm haunted by an overfriendly poetry chick Who keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thick And if I met her on the street I probably wouldn't look twice But at a show with my ego on swoll she look like A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay between Hair was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green Revealin just enough to let me know she got it But concealin just enough to let imagination frolic Let me guess - my poetry makes you feel so inspired Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you excited Let me guess - you wanna go and party after the show And you were hopin that the two of us could capture the flow She like, "Come on Ali, it ain't nothin to dance" By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin your a** And by the end of the night I might be f**in you fast Then my wife probably find a new husband and dash