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Live at the Barbeque is a track by Main Source, taken from the album “Breaking Atoms (Ultimate Collectors Edition)”, released July 23, 1991 on DNA. It runs 4:35 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.

Within the album sequence, this recording sits alongside Snake Eyes, Just Hangin' Out, Looking At The Front Door. Open the album page to compare the full running order and the listening options available for each song.

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Song
Live at the Barbeque
Artist
Main Source
Release
Breaking Atoms (Ultimate Collectors Edition)
Format
Album
Duration
4:35
Release date
July 23, 1991
Record label
DNA
Content notice
Explicit

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhh ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! It's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! Nas Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin my architect pleases When I was twelve I went to hell for snuffin Jesus Nasty Nas is a rebel to America Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria My troops roll up with a strange force I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source Swimmin in women like a lifeguard Put on a bulletproof, nigga, I strike hard Kidnap the President's wife without a plan And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan I melt mics till the sound waves over Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah Slammin MC's on cement Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient I move swift and uplift Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme Rappin sniper, speakin real words My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God Science is dropped, my raps are toxic My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket Aiyyo it's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! Fatal Fatal is merciful and they curse me When I grip the mic I show no mercy I got heart, I rip the party apart From the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans But you get done, you get blues like 501 Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son So let me get upon the scene and redeem The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy So round up your crew and entourage And let the God Merciful just take charge Aiyyo, it's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! Akinyele Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit Like pigs when it comes to a showdown Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be ready That's what seperates me from the petty MC's gas themselves by drinking too much getty And get torn the fuck up like confetti I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt jemimah It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'ma Get You Sucka, if you bite like a piranha So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama Point blank, period, with no comma Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi- Cide cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse Got game like a crackhead But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread Knots in the head from the words that I said So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead Aiyyo, it's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! Large Professor I grab up girls like jacks Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start To finish I diminish like a cuisinart Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough Why's my name the Large Professor? Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer Don't talk about how you can break Rambo That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo Propaganda, save it for Savanda Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra Don't let the folks around your way puff your head Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed I'll kick fire out your ass so fast You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass Aiyyo, it's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! It's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! It's like That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all), that y'all (that y'all) And that's all! It's like Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all), like that y'all (that y'all) Yo, and that's all!

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