All The Way Live

All The Way Live - Tha Alkaholiks

Caps get peeled rolling in my force field

Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill

So when you walkin' down the block

You better watch who you approachin'

I'm not your R&B singer so ain't no need for vocal coachin'

Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units

While y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students

Downin' all beer types from St Ide's to Red Stripe

(Yipes)

The menace stuffin' mics down motherf**kers windpipes

Has returned to burn it's time y'all niggaz learn

I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a perm

With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin'

I should mind the people's court

Snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn and host my own show

After Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo

Transmitting live to all my black people

Catch my drift I'm down with my ni**a E-Swift

My name is Tash I'm from the group that you don't wanna f**k with

Never shy sippin' on some why ask why

Smokin' Thai with this b**ch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy

Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thing

While niggaz rock the play sh*t that they bought from Chess King

But still I train rhymes to flip like a seal

Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal

But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it

Oh sh*t that's my ni**a show these niggaz how you figure

I bring it to your chest pour all the way live

And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs

When we start rappin' heads roll like Patton

With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot

Yo I'm like Grimace when I'm on this rap scrimmage

And I got this magic want to make your puny soul diminish

The abstract delivers I be the Queens ni**a on point

Mary Jane ain't nuttin' but a joint

They called a ni**a up to add a little bit of flavor

Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's light saber

Yeah what You trapped in the zone

Where MC's get seared and all spots blown

And in this rap sh*t a ni**a need to be thicky

I f**k with the crew who downs the deuce deuce Mickey's

I'm from the rotten apple y'all niggaz can't grapple

And love to the Liks hit your a** like a tackle

Pow bust my liquid-a** style

Peace to Mad Lib and my ni**a Wild Child

Yo put in the disc E while I hit the whiskey

(Bust a rhyme off the head J)

The ni**a missed me I'm in this rap game so I'ma aim to be best

It's fresh but off the head it's like the dunk contest

I don't walk the street I roll my Jeep in an instant

I rock the beat to sleep like an infant

The Likwit crew comin' like this on you

With that four minute Olde English piss on you

You're bustin' dumb raps off the cap oh sh*t

But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit

I let the ink submerger into the thin wood sheets

Beats make my head bop so I'ma rock it for the streets

I fill all my days with big butts and boom

I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts need room

I'm not old school or new school I'm modern school I'm ditchin'

When my girl starts *****in' I gets got like a kitchen

I fly down like the Chi-town wind

'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin

When the saints come marchin' in

I'ma roll right by 'em in the fly Lincoln

Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down

'Cuz I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown

The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes

I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose

Hardcore G I get hardcore man

From the underland a f**kin' wonderman bam

Lunatic potential an isperential differential

Confidentially smashin' instrumentals

On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic

And put my rear sh*t in flight peep

If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk

Man you got some motherf**kin' junk