All the Way Live

Yeah, we're gettin' down, yo, my **** drink mad brew

Yo, we're gettin' down, yo, my **** drink mad brew

Caps get peeled roamin' in my force field

Like a nine with hollow points, I keep rap flows concealed

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 40 and a roach and I'll evict you out the units

While y'all **** couldn't move me if you worked for Starving Students

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

The man that's stuffin' mics down motherfuckers windpipes

Has returned to burn, it's time y'all **** learn

I neutralize y'all **** 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 Rico

Transmittin' live to all my black people

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

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna fuck with

Never shy, sippin' on, somebody ask why?

Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmine Guy

Hooked up with John Q, so let me do my thing

While **** rock that played shit that they bought from Chess King

But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal

**** say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal

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

Oh, shit, that's my ****, show these **** how you sing it

I bring it to your chest, pull all the way live

We deliver ill verses guaranteed to cause hives

When we start rappin', heads roll like Patton

What the fuck, bloodclot? The Alkaholiks rhyme a lot

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

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

The Abstract delivers, I be the Queens **** on point

Mary Jane ain't nothing but a joint

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

Now I'm cuttin' and slashin' like Luke's lightsaber

Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone

Where MCs get seared and your spot's blown

And in this rap shit, a **** need to be thicky

I'll fuck with the crew who downs the deuce, deuce Mickeys

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

And love to Tha Liks, hit your ass like a tackle

Pow, bust my liquid-ass style

Peace to Madlib and my **** Wildchild

Alkaholiks (Comin' to you live)

King Tee (Comin' to you live)

It's Tha Liks (Comin' to you live)

The Abstract (Comin' to you live)

The Alkaholiks (Comin' to you live)

King Tee (Comin' to you live)

Yo, put in the disc, E, while I hit the whiskey

(Bust a rhyme off the hand, J) The **** 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, shit

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

I let the ink submerge 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 hang 'cause my big nuts need room

I'm not old school or new school, I'm outta school, I'm ditchin'

When my girl starts bitchin', I gets hot like a kitchen

I fly down like the Chi-town wind

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

When the saints come marchin' in

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

Roughneck **** wanna box me down

'Cause I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown

Tha Liks bring the beer, Tip sticks it in your ear holes

I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose

It's Tha Liks (Comin' to you live) Alkaholik prose

The Abstract (Comin' to you live)

The Alkaholiks (Comin' to you live)

King Tee (Comin' to you live)

It's Tha Liks (Comin' to you live)

The Abstract (Comin' to you live)

The Alkaholiks (Comin' to you live)

King Tee (Comin' to you live)

Hardcore, G, I get hardcore, man

From the underland, a fucking wonderman, bam

Lunatic potential, an instrumental differential

Confidentially smashin' instrumentals

On this tune, I bring raps of doom to the mic

And put my rare shit in flight, peep

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

Man, you got some motherfucking junk

It's Tha Liks (Comin' to you live)

The Abstract (Comin' to you live)

The Alkaholiks (Comin' to you live)

King Tee (Comin' to you live)

It's Tha Liks (Comin' to you live)

(Comin' to you live)

The Alkaholiks (Comin' to you live)

King Tee (Comin' to you live)

It's Tha Liks (Comin' to you live)