Live at the Barbeque Lyrics
| Song | Live at the Barbeque |
| Artist | Main Source |
| Album | Breaking Atoms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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! |
| zuo ci : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
| 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 | |
| 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 bellbottom 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 | |
| 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 mambajahambo | |
| 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! |
| zuò cí : MacKenzie, MacKenzie ... | |
| 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 | |
| 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 bellbottom 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 | |
| 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 mambajahambo | |
| 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! |
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