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Blah Blah Blah Lyrics - Singles - Brother Ali

Get yourself together now 

Because it's hit time 

 

You're known as the hit makers 

Record breakers, party makers 

They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver 

For all you cats, they bound to put mo' dips in your hips 

Mo' cut in your strut, mo' glide in your stride 

If you don't dig that, you gotta hole in your soul 

If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address 

They gon' sing mighty loud and clear 

 

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Ayo, the music made 'em jump back 

Fuck that, how y'all gonna come track somethin' fat 

Without lettin' Ali touch that 

Nothin' wack leaves his lips 

You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors 

(so here he is) 

A seasoned veteran, an ego wreckin' 

I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin' 

Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so quit your feeble session 

Double teamin' for the evening, so you heed the lessons 

Sluggo 

 

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Here we go 

Lookin at me like they know me 

Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me 

Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage 

Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast 

So taste it, the vitamins are subtle 

So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle 

But shut up though 

(Fuck that, sucka jump back) 

I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame 

(We Call her hunch back), Ali run that 

 

From cats lips to gods ears 

We line ya'll punk bastards in crosshairs 

Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared 

Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah) 

 

Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that 

Drippin off her nuts 

Wait, why she got a nut sack? 

You fuckin' rappers are she-males 

From the retail to the e-mail 

The defeat felt because you need help 

 

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow 

If we open for y'all it's still our show 

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go 

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah 

 

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow 

If we open for y'all it's still our show 

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go 

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah 

 

(Rappers steppin tight) 

Yeah they get they shit spun 

I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I hit one 

(Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?) 

We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run 

 

Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin 

On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition 

When you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin 

Calm down little campers, I've got the answers 

You should fuck exotic dancers 

You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers 

It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that amps for? 

 

I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow 

And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe 

And I should, but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go 

But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinos 

Your respect is like a stick in the grass 

Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on without it 

I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass 

With your tongue out and write a love song about it 

 

Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles 

The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles 

The Minnesota missiles, self taught 

Communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked 

 

Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs 

And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs 

Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares 

If you keep bumping your gums than we can fuckin' take it there 

 

I make a room full of punk rocks stop and do the walk 

(Wrestle shots from a cop and ask him who's your pops) 

Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy 

(Sing my fuckin' fore I punch you in yo face) 

 

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow 

If we open for y'all it's still our show 

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go 

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah 

 

Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow 

If we open for y'all it's still our show 

I hear the same bullshit wherever I go 

Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah 

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