Ali Baba lyrics

Artist  : Too Phat 
Song : Ali Baba



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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