Too Phat Ali Baba Lyrics

Ali Baba Lyrics

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 f*ckin' poster 
Buck the mic I'm lonely 
I'm one
fourth of a boaster 
Imaginary girlfriends 
Cause reals ain't buckin'
closer