Live At the Barbeque (feat. Nas, Akinyele & Joe Fatal)

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

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, ****, I strike hard

Kidnap the president's wife without a plan

And hangin' **** like the Ku Klux Klan

I melt mics till the sound wave's over

Before steppin' to me you'd rather step to Jehovah

Slammin' MCs 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

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

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 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 'em 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 stompin' like Northlakes

'Cause I'm livin' larger than the founders of Fendi

An Asiatic brothers that many rappers envy

So round up your crew and entourage

And let the God Merciful just take charge

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

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 separates me from the Petty

MC's gas themselves by drinkin' too much

Getty and get torn the fuck up like confetti

I'm rich and thick in lyrics like Aunt Jemima

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

Get you sucker, 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 shit you talk is dead

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

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 Cuisine art

Secondly, I'm sick of critics who's neckin' me

(Ooh, he got an afro) Yo, but I got dough

Why's my name the Large Professor?

'Cause I milked your 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 Savanna

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 yo' ass so fast

You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass

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 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