Live At The Barbeque Lyrics - Main Source

Ahhhhhhhhhhh 

Ohhhh ho! 

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! 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 shit 

Verbal assassin my architect pleases 

When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus 

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America 

Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria 

My troops roll up with a strange force 

I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source 

Swimmin in women like a lifeguard 

Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard 

Kidnap the President's wife without a plan 

And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan 

I melt mics till the sound waves over 

Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah 

Slammin 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 

Rappin sniper, speakin real words 

My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's 

Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard 

My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God 

Science is dropped, my raps are toxic 

My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket 

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Aiyyo 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! 

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 betcha 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 stompin' like Northlakes 

Cause I'm livin 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 

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Aiyyo, 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! 

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 shit 

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 seperates me from the petty 

MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty 

And get torn the fuck up like confetti 

I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah 

It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma 

Get You Sucka, 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 homi- 

cide 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 mislead, 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 shit you talk is dead 

Aiyyo, 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! 

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 neckin' me 

(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough 

Why's my name the Large Professor? 

Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer 

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 ass so fast 

You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass 

Aiyyo, 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! 

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! 

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! 

It's like 

Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) 

Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) 

Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) 

yo, and that's all!