Ill Al Skratch The Brooklyn Uptown Connection Lyrics

The Brooklyn Uptown Connection Lyrics

f/ LIC, Soundwave



Yeah

1-2, get ready

Cause this is how we do it

We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation

To my nigga the low-down dirty drop-out from high school, Big Ill

And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch

To my nigga LIC representin Conspiracy

Yeah

Soundwave, break em off



[ VERSE 1: Soundwave ]

You say you never heard the Sound

I'm about to break em off somethin right now

Open up your mind and let me in

Knock-knock, who speaks in the voice of sin?

Must drop to your knees, please just listen

A tale of four blackmen reminiscin

I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian

The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin out partyin

Believe in the MC cause you can see me not

Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock

Non-stop cyber-funkin, let me tell you somethin

Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC

This is virtual reality

A rap fantasy of the life of four beings

Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing

Funkin em up, come on to the right

I'm funkin em up, come on to the left

The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death



[ VERSE 2: Al Skratch & Big Ill the Mack ]

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground

Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin alki

Stagger as I'm babblin, so nigga please don't doubt me

When I was ten they took my flick at the precint

Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent

So don't fuck with me cause I'm psychotic

I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic

Aiyo, I'm rollin, rollin, rollin

I'll lump you up and leave you swollen

The mic that I'm holdin is golden

Patrollin straight out the fiery pits

I turn a page as my diary gets

Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he?

Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy

I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung

Tu madre ( ? )

That means your mama wanna suck my dick, faggot

The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it

We makin moves over funky fat grooves

And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news

So who wanna gangbang, tell me who can hang; slang

Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang

With the glock you could swing on my block

And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground



[ VERSE 3: LIC ]

Here it is, steppin to my biz with the free flow steelo

Headcrackin niggas like celo

Comin from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter

For a fronter tryin to front, word to mother

On a microphone alone in a zone of danger

With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber

Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon

Bustin more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin

I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks

Give up raw facts for niggas fakin jacks

Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin crazy papers

Cuttin suckers with razors in faces, beatin body cases

LIC, I'm givin lashes, slashes

Holdin classes, controllin masses, bustin asses

Just when I put the ambush to spots

Bustin my mics like Glocks, robbin niggas for they props

The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate

Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with

Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time

Like a career criminal committin crime after crime

A gun-clapper ( ? ) type of rapper

LIC, code name come-off-the-head master

Flowin at a high velocity possibly

MC's might snitch, call the cops on me

But it's aight cause I got my peeps here with me

LIC representin Conspiracy

One love baby

The Uptown connection

Ill and Al Skratch

and the whole muthafuckin crew

I'm out