Ali Baba The Mic Thieves Lyrics

Ali Baba The Mic Thieves lyrics

(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