The Brooklyn Uptown Connection Lyrics - Singles - Ill Al Skratch

Yeah, 1 2, get ready, 'cause this is how we do it 

We got my man Soundwave in the house, Alien Nation 

To my nigga, the low-down dirty drop out from high school, Big Ill 

And me Mr. Raspy, Al Skratch 

To my nigga LIC representin' Conspiracy 

Yeah, Soundwave, break 'em off 

You say you never heard the sound 

I'm about to break 'em off somethin' right now 

Open up your mind and let me in 

Knock, knock, who speaks in the voice of sin? 

Must drop to your knees, please just listen 

A tale of four black men reminiscin' 

I hover in the heavens like a celestial guardian 

The one who blocks the bullets when you're wildin' out partyin' 

Believe in the MC, 'cause you can see me not 

Soundwave, faster than the dot on the Glock 

Non-stop cyber-funkin', let me tell you somethin' 

'Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC 

This is virtual reality 

A rap fantasy of the life of four beings 

Seen through the eyes of the one foreseeing 

Funkin' 'em up, come on to the right 

I'm funkin' 'em up, come on to the left 

The Uptown Connect gonna funk you to death 

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown 

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground? 

Well, it's the backstabber, the double-crosssin' alki 

Stagger as I'm babblin', so nigga please don't doubt me 

When I was ten they took my flick at the precinct 

Back in the days I was a juvenile delinquent 

So don't fuck with me 'cause I'm psychotic 

I kick the hard shit and let my man get melodic 

Aiyo, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' 

I'll lump you up and leave you swollen 

The mic that I'm holdin' is golden 

Patrollin' straight out the fiery pits 

I turn a page as my diary gets 

Deeper, I see this Mack type figure, who is he? 

Bitches wanna know, so Ill get busy 

I got the latest news, ask Conny Chung 

Tu madre [Incomprehensible] 

That means your mama wanna suck my dick, fagot 

The bitch is a hoe so you know I'm gonna bag it 

We makin' moves over funky fat grooves 

And to crews that don't paid dues we bad news 

So who wanna gang bang, tell me who can hang slang 

Is what I kick, stay off my dick, chitty-bang-bang 

With the glock you could swing on my block 

And I'll knock the shit out of your ass with the quick fast 

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown 

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground? 

Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown 

With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground 

Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free flow steelo 

Headcrackin' niggas like celo 

Comin' from below the gutter, I'm quick with my cutter 

For a fronter tryin' to front, word to mother 

On a microphone alone in a zone of danger 

With rhymes written on my bullets in a chamber 

Word up, you never heard of one murder one felon 

Bustin' more slugs in thugs indulge in drug-sellin' 

I stack greenbacks from the wizzacks 

Give up raw facts for niggas fakin' jacks 

Rhymes come in all flavors, I'm makin' crazy papers 

Cuttin' suckers with razors in faces, beatin' body cases 

LIC, I'm givin' lashes, slashes 

Holdin' classes, controllin' masses, bustin' asses 

Just when I put the ambush to spots 

Bustin' my mics like Glocks, robbin' niggas for they props 

The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate 

Lyrical gun clips I pack you with, then clap you with 

Rhyme after rhzzyme, time after time 

Like a career criminal committin' crime after crime 

A gun-clapper [Incomprehensible] type of rapper 

LIC, code name come-off-the-head master 

Flowin' at a high velocity possibly 

MC's might snitch, call the cops on me 

But it's aight 'cause I got my peeps here with me 

LIC representin' Conspiracy 

One love, baby, the Uptown connection 

Ill and Al Skratch and the whole muthafuckin' crew 

I'm out