Phat (‘N’ All Dat) - Intellectual

[Chorus:]

Phat, phat, phat-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-a-dat-dat-at and all dat

[Verse 1: Fredro]

It’s the phat funky blunt roller, the rock ripper

Rude, ruff, and right damn right the gun gripper

Look no hands but damn do I got a handle

Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks

Ah oh yeah, they’re a dime a dozen

Then discussin who to be bustin with my crews and crimeys

How you like that, phatter datter da datter huh

Ratta-tat-tat splatter one jump if you bad son

Phat as a blue bag of boom for you buddah bandits

I know you’re breakin on the phat tracks we’re makin

So Sonee Seeza you next up to bat

Phatter dat dat stay strapped

Peace out phat

[Chorus]

Phat, phat, phat-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-a-dat-dat-at and all dat

P-H-A-T, phat, phat

[Verse 2: Suavé]

Boy you besta move over 'cause we takin up crazy space

Phat ready for combat stacked with all that tracks

Not a rerun but it’s phatter than Freddy Stubbs

I rock at the grimy clubs, get blunted with phat buds

I’m here to let you know Onyx won’t lack what it take

I scrape and scruff 'cause I’m in the rough

Kinda like a diamond, I’m a hard rock

Can’t move me, think you’re scheming then get the semen

Out my cock a doodle do

Huh? Who you think you’re kidding, these four villains’

Skills win and have crews through dealin

Straight up, you had enough, I’m calling your bluff

Body and fender so surrender kid you ain’t tough

You can get some phatter stuff? Huh I doubt it

But first just purchase my joint, you can’t be without it, it’s

[Chorus 2]

P-phat-H-phat-A-phat-T-phat

P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T

P-phat-H-phat-A-phat-T-phat

P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T

P-phat-H-phat-A-phat-T-phat

P-H-A-T, P-H-A-T

P-H-A-T

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz & Suavé]

Every ten years, they unleash phat sound

Well this time it’s Sticky Fingaz, God’s gift to the underground

For cryin out loud, sell-outs are makin me sick

And I want revenge kid, I die for my music

You don’t understand, I worship hardcore

Ya never shoulda let me get my boot in the door

And if you think that’s a bluff then you got me all wrong son

Gettin phat like this is easier said than done

Raise up, rise and shine

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this time

Now it’s time to get phat and all of that

Ah hell, the phat rap scripts tips scales

Go longer than endless trails, play my part stay sharp as darts and nails

Ahh shut the hell up and don’t hold me back black

I’m foamin at the grill piece 'cause I’m ready to rip the track

Onyx is phat, so phat we need Slim Fast

With the boom shaka boom shaka boom body crash

[Chorus]

Phat, phat, phat-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-a-dat-dat-at and all dat