Joe Fatal - Live at the Barbeque lyrics

[Produced by Large Professor] [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 sh** Verbal a**a**in, my architect pleases When I was 12, 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 n***a I strike hard Kidnap the president's wife without a plan And hanging n***as 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 Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, God Science is dropped, my raps are toxic My voice box 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 sh** 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 f** 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 s**er 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 sh** 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 a** so fast You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Bla** [Hook x4]