Too Phat

Ali Baba & The Mic Thieves

Too Phat


(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