Cappadonna - If It's Alright With You (feat. U-God) Lyrics
Featuring U God] Yeah ninety six Park Hill style Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn Politic Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks You catch one trying to pretend you could win Headlock show the block kid counterattack Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil My technique is speak have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him Chorus: If it's alright with you it's alright with me We can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms These ninety-nine powerful circling swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic acids Engage in the page activity is autographics Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams American hustler up and coming with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation Slang person nailed now we move on a motation Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo Chorus
