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think you can hang? by low profile - rhyme syndicate 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)

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