Artist: Cappadonna f/ U-God Album: The Great White Hype O.S.T. Song: If It's Alright With You Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, '96 Park Hill style Burial ground sound, in it forever dunn Politic [Cappadonna] Here we come, right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry-head cats, feel the draft of the ox You catch one, trying to pretend you gonna win Headlock, shoulder block kid, counterattack Donna mindstate connect, 4th Disciple tracks Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever Chain swinger talk swing, Poppi Wardrobe King So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down Oh we too loyal, dustin the venue, therefore you march to enter 36 in the soil My technique of speak, have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Island niggaz can't stop Runnin wild like a child til we reach the top Stapleton, New Brighton, West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don' king of the tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Cappa imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow your mic hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust him [Chorus: both] If it's alright with you, it's alright with me We can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this like men or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99 powerful circlin swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombaded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone Leaning tower Pisa sounds off the Mars zone Chef dropped that bomb, Wu-Tang album still linger Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up Buddha finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic ashes Engage in the page activity is autographics Fraction of my bustin microphones start to lust and Words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for Satan The Big Apple verbal concert was the occasion The vital snap, now insert my spinal tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind & Fire, ice water dead grams American hustler up and comin with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension One lesson motivation for my pistol profestation Slang person nailed now we move on a motation Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel Politic the defecit measure, point the decible Incredible renaissance, eatin off the barrel Advanced chemo, die hard to my demo [Chorus]