All the Way Live lyrics

[Verse One: Tash]
Caps get peeled rolling 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 forty and a roach and I'll evict you out the units
While y'all n*ggas couldn't move me if you worked for Starving Students
Downin all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red Stripe (yipes!)
The man that's stuffin mics down motherf*ckers windpipes
Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it's time y'all n*ggas learrrrrn
I neutralize y'all n*ggas 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 Ricooooo!
Transmitting live to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm down with my n*gga E-Swift
My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you don't wanna f*ck with
Never shy, sippin on some why ask why
Smokin thai with this b*tch that's more fly than Jasmine Guy
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thiiing
While n*ggas rock that played sh*t that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal
n*ggas say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it
Oh sh*t, that's my n*gga, show these n*ggas how you sing it
[Verse Two: Q-Tip]
I bring it to your chest, pa, all the way live
We deliver ill verses guaranteed to cause hives
When we start rappin, heads roll like Patton
What the f*ck 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 n*gga on point
Mary Jane ain't nuttin but a joint
They called a n*gga up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I'm cuttin and slashin like Luke's light saber
Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone
Where MC's get seared and your spot’s blown
And in this rap sh*t a n*gga need to be thicky
I f*ck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all n*ggas can't grapple
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle

[Tash: Pow, bust my liquid-ass style
Peace to Madlib and my n*gga Wildchild]

[Hook]
(Tha Alkaholiks) [Coming to you live]
(King Tee) [Coming to you live]
(It’s Tha Liks) [Coming to you live]
(The Abstract) [Coming to you live]
(Tha Alkaholiks) [Coming to you live]
(King Tee) [Coming to you live]
[Verse Three: J-Ro]
Yo, put in the disc, E
While I hit the whiskey
[Bust a rhyme off the head J]
The n*gga missed me
I'm in this rap game so I'mma 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 p*ss on you
You're bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh sh*t
But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit
I let the ink submerge into the thin wood sheets
Beats make my head bop, so I'mma rock it for the streets
I fill all my days with big butts and boom
I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm out of school, I'm ditchin
When my girl starts b*tchin 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'mma roll right by ‘em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck n*ggas wanna box me down
‘Cause I got the ladies lookin like Foxy Brown
Tha Liks bring the beer, Tip sticks it in your earholes
I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose
[Hook]
(It’s Tha Liks) [Coming to you live]
(The Abstract) [Coming to you live]
(Tha Alkaholiks) [Coming to you live]
(King Tee) [Coming to you live]
(It’s Tha Liks) [Coming to you live]
(The Abstract) [Coming to you live]
(Tha Alkaholiks) [Coming to you live]
(King Tee) [Coming to you live]

[Verse Four: King Tee]
Hardcore G, I get hardcore man
From the underland a f*ckin wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an isperential differential
Confidentially smashin instrumentals
On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
And put my rare sh*t in flight, peep
If the drunk funk don't wanna hump in your trunk
Man you got some motherf*ckin junk

(It’s Tha Liks) [Coming to you live]
(The Abstract) [Coming to you live]
(Tha Alkaholiks) [Coming to you live]
(King Tee) [Coming to you live]
(It’s Tha Liks) [Coming to you live]
[Coming to you live]
(Tha Alkaholiks) [Coming to you live]
(King Tee) [Coming to you live]