Too Phat feat. Phlowtron Ali Baba & The Mic Thieves Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Story That Must Be Told (intro)
  • 2 Alhamdulillah
  • 3 Just a Lil' Bit (original censored)
  • 4 Tell Shorty
  • 5 Nasty Girl
  • 6 Walk With Me
  • 7 Ala Canggung (Do You Wanna Have a Party?)
  • 8 Worda Wordee Wordoo
  • 9 Global Mic Infinite (skit)
  • 10 6 MC's
  • 11 I Wanna Break (Shoutout interlude)
  • 12 I Wanna Break
  • 13 Where My Love At?
  • 14 Ali Baba & The Mic Thieves
  • 15 If I Die Tonight
  • 16 Just a Lil' Bit (the remix censored)
  • 17 Me & You (outro)
  • (feat. Phlowtron)

    Verse 1
    Ladies and gentlemen guess
    Who's back in town
    It's Too Phat and Phlowtron
    Ay yo we runnin' it down
    Breaking the barrier's of sound
    Jealousy knows no bounds
    Moving in three sixty degrees
    Like a merry go round
    Still red and warm
    The blood that courses through my veins
    Arising from the underground
    Like a hydroplane
    Smuggling in crack phlowcane
    Where there's no pain
    There's no gain
    So I sustain my domain
    In a mind frame that's untamed


    Verse 2
    Yes
    Yes yes
    I know I'm sick
    I confess
    Displays of finesse
    When my raps manifest
    You couldn't handle this
    Till I'm hundred I spit tight
    Can't battle me on the mic
    We'll hit the streets and fist fight
    I'm quick to dislike
    The type that
    Speak a cheap hype
    How they gonna take me down
    With frail tales
    And weak psyche
    Raps weak
    Your style's mild
    And a tad meek
    Welcome to this game
    Of hide and seek
    With crazy mic freaks

    Verse 3
    Yo it's Khazanah the Khalled
    I bled the ground red
    Moses scarred through
    The red sea
    I speak what the future said
    Resurrect hip-hop for the dead
    This egomaniac's drive to ecstacy
    So let the ground rules be laid
    The kid with braces grace
    The scene in this hiatus
    Rebel reborn revive
    Rehearse this verse


    Verse 4
    Yo five years now
    Malique is an astonishing cat
    We started off the same time
    You still promising act
    Now what your problem is black?
    They say they callin' you back?
    You still are shoppin' for your demos
    While I'm polishin' plaques?
    Should start your colleging back
    Or start workin' like in Mc D's
    At least you'll get some mack on
    But minus the rap cheese
    You mad G?
    Start your cripwalk
    And wanna smack me?
    Please, a nation of asian Bloods
    Are gonna back me


    Verse 5
    Ba' wit' granna wit' mini bonn
    It's Atom Da'Bomb
    Namaewa genshi bakudan
    Inspectin' the kinda conduct
    To contemplate
    The kinda way
    You cynics trynna put
    The muthalovin' rhyme away
    It's evident that we adament
    About the element
    Of this hip-hop commandment
    Equivalent to utilising
    This brilliant tool
    I can prove
    Coz I barry more wack emcees than drew


    Verse 6
    Panel of the jury
    Witness this starscream
    I represent
    The infamous Phat Fam team
    Exhibit number one
    Murder raps on the run
    Spittin' fireballs
    We defy the sun
    Burning principles
    Killing bass
    Distort your eardrums
    Diagnose you with sun strokes
    Spotted your headlumps
    Defiance against us
    Will lead to your misery
    Nation of the three sixty


    Verse 7
    I'm sick of cats
    Who wanna diss
    But be acting like witches
    Here some disses
    To discompose disconcert
    And hit ya'
    I'm quick to disfigure
    Any figure who wanna play
    Swift with sharp blades
    Discover I'm hard to dissuade
    So keep your distance
    Don't discomode
    And disturb this verse
    Disingenous punks
    Disheartened best quick disperse
    I'll distinguish haters
    Who disunite the scene
    And discard disgusting friends
    With rap disabilities
    Verse 8
    I rhyme nice twice
    So lemme entice you
    On this mental heist
    You hidden behind a screen
    Never seen like a poltergeist
    Take my advice
    Up wit' us
    And you pay the price
    When it comes to street fights
    I transform and y'all be looking
    Like itty bitty mice
    I spit out lines
    Like a bad taste
    Of chocolate mocha
    Gimme the crowd
    I bring it loud
    Then I rock it fo' ya'
    I'm sick of these cats on posters
    I burn 'em to crisp like toasters
    Rob yo' as leave you screaming
    Like six flags on coasters


    Verse 9
    Delusions of grandeur
    Is one of the symptoms
    With you trynna build
    Your imaginary kingdom
    If you think your Aragorn
    Then I must be Tolkien
    This is what happens
    When you messin'
    Wit' the protean stylist
    Let the finest
    Cunning linguist recite this
    Like this your so called highness
    Are you indisposed?
    I offered you the blue pill
    But the red pill you chose
    Now you'se overdosed


    Verse 10
    Yo, buck a pencil
    I scribble stupid rhymes
    With my brain
    I'm mental
    This songs a little toast
    For my pain
    I'm roastin' my brain
    Crazy but I post no complaints
    Buckin' paranoid when tourin'
    Think of bombs in a plane
    I think I'm dyin'
    I'm seein' stuff
    I ain't supposed to
    Like Linda Blair in Exorcist
    Up in my lovin' poster
    Buck the mic I'm lonely
    I'm one fourth of a boaster
    Imaginary girlfriends
    Cause reals ain't buckin' closer

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