Too Phat ALI Baba & THE MIC Thieves Featuring Phlowtron 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 m____lovin' 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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