The Great White Hype movie - If It's Alright with You lyrics

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Song by Cappachino (Cappadonna) f/ U-God<br /><br>

[Cappadonna]<br>

Yeah, '96 Park Hill style<br>

Burial ground sound, in it forever dunn<br>

Politic<br>

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Here we come, right through your eardrum Dunn<br>

Cherry-head catch, feel the draft of the ox<br>

You catch one, trying to pretend you gonna win<br>

Headlock, show the block kid counterattack<br>

Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife<br>

Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam<br>

Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin<br>

Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever<br>

Chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king<br>

So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down<br>

Only too loyal, dustin and then they're there for you<br>

You wanted to enter 36 in the soil<br>

My technique is speak, have you knocked out weak<br>

Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep<br>

Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle' niggaz can't stop<br>

Runnin wild like a child til we reach the top<br>

Stapleton, New Brighton, and West Brighton the harbor<br>

Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech<br>

Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up<br>

Cap the imperial, bring out new material<br>

You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head<br>

Wu is in town, catch the hand-off<br>

Prepare for my dancehall standoff<br>

Mercy when I come blow your mic hand off, sorry I touched him<br>

Here they come again through customs<br>

Mad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust him<br>

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[Chorus:]<br>

If it's alright with you, it's alright with me<br>

We can take this rap game to a higher degree<br>

We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be<br>

Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon'<br>

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[U-God]<br>

These 99 powerful circlin swords<br>

Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on<br>

Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists<br>

Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist<br>

Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist<br>

Burnt to a crisp, bombaded my pistol grip<br>

Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone<br>

Leaning tower Pisa sounds off the Mars zone<br>

Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger<br>

Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up<br>

Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm<br>

Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend<br>

I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion<br>

I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean<br>

My path releases, volcanic ashes<br>

Engage in the page activity is autographics<br>

Fraction of my bustin microphones start to lust and<br>

Words plays over power practice might bust em<br>

The black male persuasion known to hunt you for Satan<br>

The Big Apple verbal concert was the occasion<br>

The vital snap, now insert my spinal tap<br>

I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped<br>

The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan<br>

With Earth Wind & Fire, ice water dead grams<br>

American hustler up and comin with a vengeance<br>

Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension<br>

One lesson motivation for my pistol profestation<br>

Slang person nailed now we move on a motation<br>

Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel<br>

Politic the defecit measure, point the decible<br>

We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel<br>

Advanced chemo, die hard to my demo<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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