All The Way Live

<br>Verse one: tash<br><br><br><br>Caps get peeled rolling in my force field<br><br>Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows thats ill<br><br>So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin<br><br>Im not your r&amp;b singer, so aint no need for vocal coachin<br><br>Just a forty and a roach and Ill admit you rock the units<br><br>While yall niggaz couldnt move me if you worked for starvin students<br><br>Downin all beer types, from st. ides to red stripe (yipes!)<br><br>The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes<br><br>Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, its time yall niggaz learrrrrn<br><br>I neaturalize yall niggaz like relaxer in a perm<br><br>With flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin<br><br>I should mind the peoples court, snatch the mic from doug llewellyn<br><br>And host my own show, after bill cosby comes ricooooo!<br><br>Transmitting live to all my black people<br><br>Catch my drift, Im down with my nigga e-swift<br><br>My name is tash, Im from the group that you dont wanna fuck with<br><br>Never shy, sippin on some why ask why<br><br>Smokin thai with this bitch thats more fly than jasmin guy<br><br>Hooked up with john q so let me do my thiiing<br><br>While niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from chess king<br><br>But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal<br><br>Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal<br><br>But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it<br><br>Oh shit thats my nigga show these niggaz how you figure<br><br><br><br>Verse two: q-tip<br><br><br><br>I bring it to your chest pour all the way live<br><br>And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs<br><br>When we start rappin heads roll like patton<br><br>With the flood blood clot the alkaholiks rhyme a lot<br><br>Yo Im like grimace when Im on this rap scrimmage<br><br>And I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish<br><br>The abstract delivers, I be the queens nigga on point<br><br>Mary jane aint nuttin but a joint<br><br>They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor<br><br>Now Im cuttin and slashin like lukes light saber<br><br>Yeah, what? you trapped in the zone<br><br>Where mcs get seared and all spots blown<br><br>And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky<br><br>I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce mickeys<br><br>Im from the rotten apple, yall niggaz cant grapple<br><br>And love to the liks, hit your ass like a tackle<br><br><br><br>[pow, bust my liquid-ass style<br><br>Peace to mad lib and my nigga wild child]<br><br><br><br>Verse three: j-ro<br><br><br><br>Yo put in the disc e<br><br>While I hit the whiskey<br><br>[bust a rhyme off the head j]<br><br>The nigga missed me<br><br>Im in this rap game so ima aim to be best<br><br>Its fresh, but off the head its like the dunk contest<br><br>I dont walk the street, I roll my jeep in an instant<br><br>I rock the beat to sleep like an infant<br><br>The likwit crew, comin like this on you<br><br>With that four minute olde english piss on you<br><br>Youre bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit<br><br>But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit<br><br>I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets<br><br>Beats make my head bop, so ima rock it for the streets<br><br>I fill all my days with big butts and boom<br><br>I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room<br><br>Im not old school, or new school, Im modern school, Im ditchin<br><br>When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen<br><br>I fly down like the chi-town wind<br><br>Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin<br><br>When, the saints come marchin in<br><br>Ima roll right by em in the fly lincoln<br><br>Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down<br><br>Cause I got the ladies lookin like foxy brown<br><br>The liks bring the beer tip sticks it in your earholes<br><br>I drop the mic and strike the heisman pose<br><br><br><br>Verse four: king tee<br><br><br><br>Hardcore g, I get hardcore man<br><br>From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam<br><br>Lunatic potential, an isperential differential<br><br>Confidentially smashin instrumentals<br><br>On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic<br><br>And put my rear shit in flight, peep<br><br>If the drunk funk dont wanna hump in your trunk<br><br>Man you got some motherfuckin junk