Too Phat Showtime Lyrics

Chorus
Now get ready it's time for the show
Time to get live and it's time to blow. Whoa!!
Ladies, dip it low slow
We the Made Men from the Kartelo
Now get ready it's time for the show
Time to get live and it's time to blow. Whoa!!
Fellas, let the heat burn slow
Made Mens in black vans we from the Kartelo

Verse 1 ( Joe Flizzow )

Grand opening REBIRTH INTO REALITY
Skills honed man done rehearsed the lethality's
We done did reversed your mentality
The game's lifted a couple of notches nah actually
You watched us carefully, know what exactly
We managed to pull off what was impossible theoretically
Annihilating you impostors systematically
Let some in the game but they abused our hospitality
How I'm illin' I guess it comes naturally
Son of an MC so it's a genetic normality
My pops on the mic but don't rap or sing
Master of ceremonies for ministers and kings
I'm a master of crematories I administer pain
Burn phony cats with baloney raps rocking fake bling
Gotta hand it to me master of making words string
And hold the cheddar together like a purse string c'mon

Chorus

( Phlowtron )

Suicide, It's a suicide!

Verse 2 ( Arafah )

Yeah you know I stay fly in these DKNY's
Black SUV's in Tom Abang Saufi's
Reppin cats from the East
Yeah the stakes is high
You want beef? Yea we got steaks that's hot!
Hot as hell when the crew walks in it
You got problems we quick to come through
to park the tinted in a KL minute
Dark as hell when the crews done finished
Got your whole family mournin'
but you know its all strictly business...

( Crazy Carleed and Supafreak )

I draw raps to the rhythm of the moon, the Looney Toons
Spit a monsoon, spit a typhoon
In this tune, for the shooked ones, spunned ones, stunned ones
Honeymoon is over
This is Kartel platoon, we green, yellow, red like Cameroon
Crime of the century, the legacy, yeah you know it's the prophecy
Crazy Carleed, with them soprano Tony's, Lucky Lucy's, Dirty Harrys
Underbosses of the mic
Showtime, now we strike, fiasco havoc
Streets unsafe to roam, devil's island where we from
Papillon, Michael Corleone
Who the don, murderous random
Untouchable, invincible home's
I'm a coo'
Even the sheep count me to sleep
I flow to coo' cooler than a penguin's baby tooth
It's Kartel

Chorus

Verse 3 ( Balance )
From the streets of Melikai
Beat your ish down with a street sign
Your whole crew buggin', haven't seen the cheques that we sign
The heat shines, next to a double handed b___erfly
Ish a double standard, I'm double fly

( Koncept83 )
So watch out, we run M.Y
And not one of you cats can't even test me on a bad day
Cause I flip 33's like ese's with epilepsy
Even if I miss, you still catching all off my tec strays
What, when the tweeters are ready to sweep your streets up
It'll feel like your speakers kick is having seizure
Believe it!

( Ming Dynasty )
Who's the man okay
These kids be talking cheap
Navigator on the beats
And we're out to get money greens navigator jeeps
On every minute that's why my flow is a natural gift
Kartello clips be loaded with dough that's sick
Bringing pressure to cliques, we spit sick

Chorus

Verse 4 ( Malique )
Q the lyricist I'm on a mission out to blow minds
You just a f__git MC smilin' wishin' you could blow mine
You me steady frontin' smile on all kinds of covers
You no class singers, still doin' all kinds of covers
My tape phat, rare, like an Asian 36D
Yours ejected faster than a k36D
Love songs, love songs, homie sick of that
You leave me tensed like an India and Pakistani cricket match
But I don't give a **** about you or no cricket match
Malique and Joe the sickest cats that make a wicked match
Kartello dons we just chill and say nothing
And laugh when a joker starts frontin'

Kartelo Hello!!