Alt And The Lost Civilization - Props lyrics

rate me

Check, one, two

Uh, mic check, one, two

Mic check

One, two

One, two

Run

Like you were in a track meet

Better take the backstreets

Take them wack rhymes and them wack beats

And vacate the {motherfuckin'} premesis

You knew Jack Ass got a hard {dick} and blemishes

Cause I'm the rat, you're the cheese, but not a cheesy rat

I'm twelve and O, and all K.O., yo, that's my {fuckin'} stat

So picture that with a camera

Don't test my stamina

I get I'll, I'm Godzilla that {fucked up} Gamera

Cause I'm a time bomb and the fuse is

All out

So ring the alarm, so the troops, they better

Fall out

And call out, the weapons

Stevie, hook the format

Cause my civilization's all that

So peace with no stops, and peace to mom and pops

And here's a couple of bars to address my props

Peace to Lighter Shade Of Brown and Silvia Rome

To Cypress Hill and my management Buzztone

And, yo, props go out to my homie Jerry Davis

And props to Darryl cause the shot that he gave us

Peace to Funkdoobiest and Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.

The Funky Aztecs

And the magazine Lowride

The Baka Boyz, Tony G. and O.B.D.

Power, Ruba Hitman

And Hispanic MC's

Props to Mellow Man Ace and Das-EFX

Peace to BMG because they write my checks

To Geraldo

And peace to Ronnie Row, too

To Kid Frost and the homie Will Roc, and Power Rule

Utaka

The funky House Of Pain

To Daddy

Freddy and the Joker, and the Tattoo Gang

To Latin Alliance and the Grimlin of the Zulus

{Son of a bitch}

I forgot my crew

Peace to Poet T. and the Bronze

And yo, peace to Showbiz

And Mike Greene

They got it goin' on

And yo, my name, is A.L.T.

Dude, did

Did I forget anybody

Let me see, G

Let's see, let's see

Oh yeah

The {motherfuckin'} west

The {motherfuckin'} west

The {motherfuckin'} company that is the best

East

West

And I'm out