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Al All Lyrics - After The Show Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wordsworth]
Wordsworth, Wordsworth AKA Words
Yo, from Words N Punchline, Punchline N Words
What y'all wanna hear? Ya sounding absurd
But check it... yo!
I'm here to inform and entertain
Wordsworth AKA Words, Vinson Johnson, Jamel my center name
Clyde's Projects, music to model, job outlets
Countless endorsements and other deals in the process
Danny Why and Ant like they cars and women topless
Blue and Perry like women with their panties crotchless
Many options, distribution disputing
Rookies confusing Lyricist Lounge with some nuisance
Producers provide beats for open mics
Line up, sign up, but I hate when cats don't stop when they time's up
Jump from cipher to cipher before performances
DJ's watch me rhyme over verses and choruses
It's unfortunate I ciphered in the bathroom
Apologies to chicks at the bar that I told that I'd be back soon
So let me be host
Whatever I wrote, I'd display
In hopes to get put on and come back and host it one day
My request for the guest list
Astound the crowd with freestyle exhibitions
During intermission segments
Legends: Kwest, Eminem
Craig G, Juice and Words
Punchline, Master Foul, Thirstin Howl III
The Rap Coalition – y'all know us
We them same cats that frightened you in front of your friends
While you tried to hold your piss in
They're collage, you're one dimensional
No one mentions you, "what's your name?" is said to you
Preventing you from interviews
Had your time and it's shame that it expired
Call with the right price, I might let you put your name on the fliers
Put your name on the fliers...
Put the name on your fliers
[Verse 2: Rise]
Yo, let me get some, let me get some, let me get some...
S.O.S. never lack things, we got this rap thing to a science
Your rhyme's petite, mine's shop at Lane Bryant
Defiant, enemies switch and wish an alliance
Beat us or join us, try, never triumph
Flows eliminate foes and those that doubt
But if I ever meet my match, I'll burn 'em, put him out
Steady killing 'em
Invisible rappers, I'm steady grilling 'em
To Rise, rappers strive to be the homonym or synonym
Outrageous
Demanding respect, getting praises
I'm sick, rappers try to touch me, thinking I'm contagious
Stay boasting, going through MC's like emotions
Might roast him, devour wack raps, subtract the quotient
In front of the flock, but some of the top
Couldn't fill my shoes with they rhymes stuffed in front of they socks
I front in your Clarks, bust you with the lead that's in my pencil
Never simple, memorize my verse, nurse your temple
A raw tongue like a sore thumb
My style stands out, my pen's an arsonist
It lit some paper, and then it ran out

[Verse 3: Punchline]
Check it...
Alert the massive
Players is getting drafted
For those that oppose, I give 'em a closed casket
My thoughts is graphic
No matter who ya dissing
I die for my niggas like Jesus crucifixion
You're contradicting
Fell under the submission
My shit sound great on bad tapes with the hissing
The plot thickens
In any altercation, I take out two like double dating
Your whole squad's player hating
I compete, play for keeps
I got weed smokers turning over a new leaf
I pop shit and roll one deep, with no heat to show ya
I drop hot shit, rock mic's with potholders
Rap career's over, how dare you oppose this?
When I die, bury me with a tape of my own shit
I hold the dice, diss me, and pay the price
I make a klepto wanna take his own life
Style precise
The rap game, I'm pimping it
And kicking it
Yo take it in [vein/vain] like insulin
Simple shit
[Verse 4: Jedi]
Yo... I go by the name the Jedi out the Lethal House Of Reps
Check it out, I'ma drop some shit like this, yo...
Don't try to follow what you can't swallow
I'm sorta what you call a mic-tologist
Getting phenomenal from the abdominal
Breathing the words of a scientist
It's Jedi with mind tricks
I aim and hit to split, I strip developers, swelling melons with
Intelligence
Some sharp kids with sharp minds, we go against
Hard times, send verse with sharp knives, as I insert
My verbal cartridge, to bring the conscious to concerts
And cultures, say call your entourages
Or they can put in basements and garages or houses
The odds is, none against my squadron
We looking harmless, but alarming
A red alert to get you hurt and put you in crutches
And leave you armless
Legless, fuck this – headless!
You've just been a chosen contestant
For this one sentence to get into your intestine
And make your quick exit for entrance
For the next kid who test this
We restless and reckless
In less a second you're S.O.S.'ing
And begging for God to be at your presence
Seeing the essence... yo...
[Verse 4: A.L.]
I came to make a change in this world
Society's living wicked
Stop the cops after they run lights, giving pigs a ticket
Lyrics my fitness
I know it all, so bear witness, ready to flip this
Putting palm readers outta business
Once my words get heard, MC's break south
"y comer sacre" [?] 'cause yo, I love to take out
In hot pursuit for the loot, guess I'm crazy for checks
I even got prostitutes that wanna pay me for sex
So forget the candlelight, I'd rather handle mics
I make wack MC's hit the wall quicker than when a vandal strikes
I'll battle me drunk or soberly
You wanna fight over me
Representing like this, y'all niggas better grab your rosary
I flex complex, y'all gon' confuse heads
Who think they running shit up in here? They 'bout to lose legs!
So pardon me, y'all
Give me the mic and all of y'all stall
I went from Nuyorican, Apollo, to Carnegie Hall
Kicking rah-rah shit, 'cause most niggas is ignorant
You try to diss us 'cause I look good, plus the shade of my pigment?
They call me Sigmund Freud
With thoughts you can't avoid
Putting wack wack MC's back in the crowd, leaving 'em unemployed
So bring your rhyme out, niggas know they'll call "time out"
It's the best play, and niggas know, they find out

[Verse 5: Wordsworth, (A.L.)]
You said, "niggas find out"
Yo, rappers are on the bench with they coach, calling time-outs
Let me get this rhyme out
One time, my name is Words
I hope ya heard it before
I got mad rhymes, I met a four (Metaphor?)
In other words, she wasn't a dime
That's how I do when I kick an ill rhyme
See this ain't something I ain't write down
It's coming right off the mind
Or the top of the dome

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