[ VERSE 1: Brother Ali ]

Show promoter backstage pacin (Why is that?)

He's tryin to take control of his situation

He know damn well he ain't got the money I expect to have

So I'm stuffin all the backstage in my record bag

But that's what you get when you don't pay shit

Cause I can't pay my rent on free water and chips

And if free beer means payment is what you think

BK drank one and Ali don't drink

So produce the fetti, cheddar or whatever you call it

Go get your dough split and come the hell up off it

This is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeit

And if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for your wallet

Let me guess - the turnout wasn't quite what you expected

Let me guess - somethin that the club owner did wrecked it

Let me guess - it's hard to pack em in in this kind of weather

And nobody wanna come and party after 9/11

That's not a MP, that's a YP - your problem

You need to have this shit planned out before callin

This is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my family

You just gon' have to understand me

Backstage pacin



[ VERSE 2: Brother Ali ]

Opening act backstage pacin (Why is that?)

They tryin take control of they situation

But they mad salty cause they wore they fuckin matchin shirts

And the crowd didn't feel them and they went on first

It's the monitor, the soundman, it's the muthafuckin mics

Cats in this state are haters and the whole crowd's white

Don't sleep, your Wu-Tang impression is tight

And if blah-blah would have happened, y'all'd had em snappin

Let me guess - you and your girl had a conversation

Let me guess - she doesn't feel that you're being compensated

Let me guess - you've been rappin for a year and a half

And you mad brave when you get a little beer in your ass

At this stage y'all really need to show and prove

Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your dues

Be happy with your 20 minutes and your drink tickets

And go build your own scene if you think different

Hah, cause we ain't even triyn to take y'all shit

The Micronauts should have pinky rings to make y'all kiss

It's a road now, but who you think paved all this?

You're mad-face makin, you're lucky to be backstage pacin



Fee-fi-fo-fum

Watch out, muthafucka, hear the big Brother come

Like fee-fi-fo-fum

(Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come)	--> Run-DMC



[ VERSE 3: Brother Ali ]

Brother Ali backstage pacin (Why is that?)

He tryin to take control of his situation

He's a million miles from home and his dick is on hard

And these girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God

I'm haunted by an overfriendly poetry chick

Who keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thick

And if I met her on the street I probably wouldn't look twice

But at a show with my ego on swoll she look like

A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay between

Hair was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green

Revealin just enough to let me know she got it

But concealin just enough to let imagination frolic

Let me guess - my poetry makes you feel so inspired

Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you excited

Let me guess - you wanna go and party after the show

And you were hopin that the two of us could capture the flow

She like, "Come on Ali, it ain't nothin to dance"

By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin your ass

And by the end of the night I might be fuckin you fast

Then my wife probably find a new husband and dash