Live at the Barbeque Songtext
von Main Source feat. Nas

Ahh
Ohh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Check it out

It′s like that y'all (that y′all), that y'all (that y'all)
That y′all (that y′all), that y'all (that y′all)
That y'all (that y′all), that y'all (that y′all)
And that's all (oh)

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain, just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy, while I′m on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was 12, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I′m causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the main source


Swimming in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggers like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before stepping to me, you′d rather step to Jehovah
Slamming MCs on cement
'Cause verbally, I′m iller than an AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift
Your mind shoot the gift, when I riff in rhyme

Rapping sniper, speaking real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I′m out to lunch God
Science is dropped, but raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket

Aiyyo it's like
That y'all (that y′all), that y′all (that y'all)
That y′all (that y'all), that y′all (that y'all)
That y′all (that y'all), that y'all (that y′all)
And that′s all (ohh)

Fatal is merciful and fate curse me
When I grip the mic, I show no mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and held 'em up like, bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like, five-O-one
Brothers alive, but I bet you I′m liver son


So let me get upon the scene and redeem
The dream of a team, and knock 'em out like Mitch Green
Smoke some Thai weed, flow at a high speed
Rap on horse breaks, stomping like Northlakes
′Cause I'm livin′ larger than the founders of Fendi
An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy
So round up your crew and entourage
And let the God Merciful just take charge

Aiyyo, it's like
That y'all (that y′all), that y′all (that y'all)
That y′all (that y'all), that y′all (that y'all)
That y′all (that y'all), that y'all (that y′all)
And that′s all