Lyrics

[Verse #1 W.C.] Suckers. You all up in sight for far too long You've been sucking on the mega pipe Excuse the lyrics to this one song But you brothers better clock while I tell you what's going on And yo Aladdin, get on the tables And show these wack punks you're more than able To slice and dice, to cut to a perfection Show these brothers a new direction Pump it up and make sure it's dope Suck it up, suckers! Can you cope? While you've been slackin', he's been stackin' My union's in the corner, trying hard to stop crackin' up Yo, this is embarrassin' See your crew's gettin' flashed again Brothers, I hope that you all have learned When you bum rush the union, they're going to get burned So pardon my street slanga, I'm doin' my thinga My dj cuttin' to ya, think you can hang? [Bridge] How could I move the crowd? Like this How could I move the crowd? Like this [Verse #2 W.C.] Silly suckers wise up! There is nothing greater than the butcher Of the text royal Latin of the theta turned table instructor Just scratched conductor, from the union low poser don't consider him a sucker Never pack an uzi cause he's my ammunition Swat you like a fly, cause you're no competition To break it down for you, sucker simple and clear You wanna battle, yo try again next year Hey boy, you thought that you could hang but it was a dream Aladdin, kick up some dust, show these punks what I mean I get paid, to row with the flow, move the crowd with my style And I came to show my DJ Aladdin from the union Low Pro- He's down to go toe-to-toe with your so-called crew bro (word) No he wasn't in the seminar, not this jack bum I put a thousand on him take you out No matter where you're from If you're from the south, I recommended you lock up all your doors If you're from the north, I know you fear my DJ even more If you're from the west, I say you up a crick without a paddle If you're from the east [?], cannot do a battle Suckas used to diss but now they bottle respect Now [?] Doug ya see Aladdin's going into effect Were from a union not a posse called Born in LA [?] for the biggest money makers and the deffest djs So brother pardon my street-slanga, I'm doin' my thinga My dj cuttin' do ya, think you can hang? [Musical break] (Get a little stupid) (Hit it, hit it) (Fellas, brand new funk) [Verse #3 DJ Aladdin] Complex city is proven Poetry in motion when he goes off I hear a surge of commotion There's a certain element overruling your will Which alters any impulse that you may feel Hated by the vocals of an ace when it's my turn A real rap lyricist black power book [?] is the source, he supplies the music I give the demo whenever I may choose it Relentless, it's just as simple as that Our union is the order to a system which is wack We have united for the purpose to eradicate Whack concepts and you brothers, the perpetrate Rhyme syndicate, the independent label You want to play it smart, lay your money on the table Wisdom is broken from the tip of a bullet's tongue Knowledge is given to you brothers who are so strong Wanting a dose, never hitting a jackpot This chemical is packed, it's jammed with pure hip hop [Music Break] (Turn it up! Turn it up!) (Yeah, that's it) [Verse #4 W.C.] Lyrics composed to bring forward the rhyme Relaxation you'll take your time On an experience jock show, they're never convinced They lack comprehension and hip-hop intelligence Comparable style which he has accomplished Which you use to crush, squeeze, stump and demolish Their slums on a beat, Ice is running the line It's like a sucker's in check while I recite the rhyme The poetic verses always run just from the top of my head And as I rock DJ Aladdin will be my co-ed History rough like a warrior at battle Moves like a snake, he's deadly as a rattle [?] falls prey and yes I make [?] like a cobra Always aiming at the enemy's throat For all ya non-comprehenders, stupid wanna be jocks When DJ Aladdin start to play, you'll rock [?] bottomless cuts are kickin louda' And I'll advise all suckas to step back in the crowd Because he's deffer than def We'll fan up the last pores If cuttin' was a country, then he'll overthrow us [?] power in the right of my fist is gettin' tired My moves too complicated for you everyday biters Suckers step off, give the respect due A Low Pro- will stop the jammy-jackin' crews Untie the white garment from your eyes, which are blind You come to realize, this place is very hard to find Aladdin does the things you wanna, you wish you could He's got six more records than a lumber jack cus would Man you can take it as a warning or a threat But if you ever battle Aladdin, yo he'll take you next So brother pardon my street slanga, I'm doing my thinga My DJ cuttin do ya, think you can hang? (Step to the side, step, step) (step, step, to the side) [Verse #5 W.C.] For goodness sake How much can a brother take All these people trying to make me break You're all so slow Why don't you know That if I'm flowing at all, I gotta go solo Keeping my poise with the style so slamming These dopes are like most who have you brothers jamming So run into the quarters, I swear it'll move And if a rif breaks out, bust that crew I've been around too long holding back my rhyme Now that the lyrics are kicking, I feel I'm inclined To all the things that go in and in between The prestige and poise that the fanfare bring It's all step by step, an orderly concept It's potent as a chemical, it's [?] A clock, a joke, make money or be broke It don't matter to me anyway, I'm going to smoke break Chops up the scheme, I work the game planner Aladdin's on the cut and Ice is the main man What do you want, I'm tired of running this story It gets to the point where the whole thing bores me I'll continue, there's more on the menu While I'm on the rhyme, my DJ will send you To the point of reaction, no form of subtraction Aladdin go off my man, is giving action (Yeah) What more could you want, sucker I'm doing mine and a, no need to front brother I'm doing mine and a He's doing his and a We're doing ours and a Yo, it's the same thing We're doing our thing (yeah)