We were just kids growin' up in West Texas
Remember the hell we've raised
We chased the girls but we never could catch 'em
Those were our glory days
You called me cowboy 'cause I drove a pickup
And sang those old cheatin' songs
We'd buy a bottle of Boone's Farm, wind up all messed up
Where have those years all gone?
Hey little brother, this is old cowboy
Best keep your radio on
'Cause I might get lucky, sing on the Opry
And I'll dedicate you this song
Well, I hit the highway and never looked back
You stayed here in our old hometown
You married a sweet girl down around Austin
Had nine kids whose eyes are all brown
I hit every barroom from Bakersfield to Boston
Seeking whiskey, fortune and fame
Countin' these white lines sure gets lonely
Someday they'll all know my name
Hey little brother, this is old cowboy
Best keep your radio on
'Cause I might get lucky, sing on the Opry
And I'll dedicate you this song
Well, the years come and go and I've sure realized
Ain't nothin' like your best friend
If there's one thing I know 'til the day that I die
You've got my back, brother Ben
Hey little brother, this is old cowboy
You've got your radio on
Tonight I got lucky, I'm singin' on the Opry
And I dedicate you this song
Yeah, tonight I got lucky, I'm singin' on the Grand Ole Opry
Hey little brother, you’ve got so much to discover
Can’t you conceptualize what you’re doing to our mother
Those drugs that you chose
Leave you left with the blues
Trust me I‘ve been there
To me its old news
Mending disaster
You’re heading there faster
Its tearing me up
To know you get __
Because you’re caught up in the scene at the age of nineteen
__ at the age of where I had a dream
And those goddamn __ dirt drugs
They’ll fill you with doubt
You’re just getting sucked on a __
And you have to break out
You blacked out on the floor
You told me, the next day they found you that way
Those damn medications had your back baby
It hurt really to come all the way
You’re feeling so __
You’re looking for a place to land
Only understand
How the hell it gets so out of hand
I know that it hard
But you’re risking being permanently scared
You’re hurting inside
But you’re flirting with tragedy on the dark side
Those drugs that you chose
Leave you left with the blues
Trust me I’ve been there
To me its old news
Hey little brother
You messed up another chance
Sooner or later you must take a stand
At the edge of it
All where it begins
To consume that product to its very end
How much time is left
Will it collapse
Will you confess your inner spiritless void
Spinning on no excess
You blacked out on the floor
You told me, the next day they found you that way
Those damn medications had your back baby
It hurt really to come all the way
You’re feeling so __
You’re looking for a place to land
Only understand
How the hell it gets so out of hand
Though it hardly seems like yesterday it wasn't long ago
That little brother's bubble gum was stuck here
I remember mother's great surprise it wasn't me you know
He got into the oven on his own, I fear
Little brother
When you take the world by storm
Little brother
Keep your nose out of where it don't belong
Little brother
We were one big happy family for Sunday at the Zoo
The lions were asleep, the bears were restless
So I merely tried to hold him up to get a better view
He slipped out of my hands on the way down I guess
How can one so small 'cause all this trouble by himself?
You'd suspect that maybe he had help from someone else
Always seems like I get blamed for all of his mistakes
Ma, I don't see why we need a little brother after all
Little brother
When you take the world by storm
Little brother
Keep your nose out of where it don't belong
Little brother
Yo no tengo la paciencia
No lo quiero el niño
Este es un chico malo
Es un ablastino
Little brother
When you take the world by storm
Little brother
Keep your nose out of where it don't belong
Little brother
[Repeat and fade]
Little brother
Little brother
Little brother
Little brother
Little brother
How you gonna say what you can and can't do,
sitting in the crib, parked in front of the tube.
You're mad at the world like she owe you,
What you think opportunity's gonna come looking for you?
Not a damn thing changed.
You're just another football waiting to be tossed in the game.
You're flossing again,
you talk a good game, but you're still trying hard to maintain.
Little brother, a ship can't sail without the water.
The world could be yours if you want her,
but you gotta be willing to go out and get it.
When you get it, keep winning.
Everyday you're out slinging that thing.
No worries or cares of what your mama may say.
Trying to get what you want in your life.
The cars, the clothes, the hos, the ice.
Not a damn thing changed.
You're still another football waiting to be tossed in the game.
You're flossing again,
you talk a good game,
but you're still struggling hard to maintain.
Little brother, a ship can't sail without the water, no.
The world could be yours if you want her,
but you gotta be willing to go out and get it.
When you get it, keep winning.
Little brother, no, a ship can't sail without the water.
The world could be yours if you want her,
but you gotta be willing to go out and get it.
When you get it, keep winning.
Everything you want could be yours if you were just to try.
All the troubles that you feel will fade away like shooting stars across the sky.
All the dreams I hope you feel soon, someday, shall be fulfilled.
Time is moving rapidly.
Don't let it pass you by, yeah.
Little brother, a ship can't sail without the water, no.
The world could be yours (world is yours) if you want her, (world is yours)
but you gotta be willing to go out and get it.
When you get it, keep winning.
Little brother, no,
a ship (you know we gotta love one another now) can't sail without the water.
The world could be yours (world is yours) if you want her, (world is ours)
but you gotta be willing to go out and get it.
When you get it, keep winning.
Little brother, a ship can't sail without the water, no.
The world could be yours if you want her (the world is yours),
but you gotta be willing to go out and get it.
When you get it, keep winning.
[Phonte]
Uh yeah, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
That's my new shit I'ma start saying
That's my new drop I'm putting on everything - new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
Y'knahmsayin? You come to my page nigga - new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
You call me on my voicemail nigga - new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
That shit everywhere, y'knahmsayin? Huh, yo
Zeen-zeemer, your boy got a heater with J. Biz the big drum beater
Phontigga the loud international crowd unseater
Crushing all you weak rap niggas like Undeas
They ask me what it sound like, it sound like freedom
It sound like a nigga who don't sound NC-er
Say he a deep thinker
Cause yes 'Te keep essays/eses on his brain like the mind of Mencia
In other words niggas, I got this
Student of the game and I studied the process
See I'm in my lane and I charted they progress
But fuck the details, I can't be frail
I ain't female, I don't obsess
I just shove and prove to niggas who object
or want to contest, nigga you will end up a conquest
Flawless prose to help y'all put it in context, let's ride!
[Chorus: Phonte]
I'ma think I'm gonna stop before the night is over
I got no reason to be here
Just move along people, it ain't nothing to see here (keep it moving, uh)
I'ma think I'm gonna stop before the night is over
Time for me to bring it back
Wheels burning, U-turning, what you think of that?
[Phonte]
Yo, well she's alone in the room at like four in the morning
Back aching cause the stress of the day was enormous
Sick of doing housework and day-to-day chores
But now the baby's asleep and girl, your body is calling
No time for the yawning, don't look so surprised
Get that sleep out your eyes girl, it's time for performance
Jumped under the covers with my best cologne
and when I'm putting it on you say it feel like an ointment
You hear what I'm telling you, make a nigga clean out his schedule
Fuck it girl, I'll make an appointment
Cause me and you been known to do exceptional things
Go long, go strong, don't expect me to change
He a real live soldier with an incredibly range
On our way to Brazil rocking the sketches of Spain
Passing just laughing, like what the heck is they saying?
That's the sound of the ecstasy and
We let it rock like this, sing it!
[Chorus 2X: Phonte]
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Yo, late night drinking, 2AM swerving
Tryna make it home, I'm running over curbs and
Blue lights flashing, me pulling over
They rolled right past, yeah I need to get sober
Back on course of course, I hear your voice baby
I'm just tryna get to you, now I'm driving crazy
Lately I've been thinking of things
Let me take you to the movies, I can sing your life pains
I ain't talking bout acting, change or reality
Following the blueprint is just a formality
Don't be a casualty girl, I really like ya
Home for the holidays is where I might invite ya
Push up your lighters, pulling all nighters
Arrive at the finish line looking like fighters
Exhausted, but you're ready once again
I take a sip of Gatorade, then I jump back in, let's work!
[Chorus: Phonte]
[Phonte]
One two now, one two yeah (yeah, yeah)
One two uh, and you don't stop (yeah, yeah)
One two yeah, one two uh
Rock on now, you don't stop
Rock on now, J. Biz now
Phonte now, you don't stop
One two yeah, one two uh
One two uh, you don't stop
(Verse 1 - Big Pooh)
What up brown skin, you're body smellin like cinnamon
Hair in a bun, your toes done so feminine
Heard you suck your teeth like oh no here we go again
Let me get your name so I can be more genuine
No need to front, the kid knows you got many friends
Many mens who waiting to stake a claim on it
Put they name down just to spit some game on it
But fuck friends I'm trying to set the mood
You know, go at you hard like most records that's sold
Spit propaganda at you to you break down and fold
You look confused miss thing like I'm speaking in code
76-64 press pound hello
Are you listening now, did I get your attention
Undivided because you used to be undecided
Now you looking fluxed like those chicks with they nose stuck up
Just put your number down girl what the fuck
(Chorus)
Hey yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Ok alright, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
(Verse 2 - Phonte)
I usually play the background, you know clean cut
Soft spoken well dressed dipped out straight chillin
When I'm in the club yo, sipping the sprite with the
Ill lemon mixed in it sipping on it I was just chillin
Til I saw you that's when my heart stopped knees gave
Head sweating jaws locked I was sweating you
Like god damn girl you got a nigga going buck wild, Mesmerized star struck I was thinking maybe
We can go out like to the movies or the applebees
Blockbuster state fair but you looked at me and
Said fuck that you just a herb with no money and
No jeep and no condo and I thought that Little Brother
Had a record deal, ok I see where you going now
Want a sweat a nigga when you think he got a cash advance
And some personal time but fuck that
I got your head still bobbing and my verse didn't rhyme
So it's what ever girl
(Chorus)
Hey yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Ok alright, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
(Verse 3 - Big Pooh & Phonte)
(Big Pooh)
Check it so what I'm chubby, ya'll chicks still love me
Like to rub on my tummy while I tell you something funny
Whispering in your ear till them panties go falling
What's my name (Big Pooh) yea that's what they be calling
(Phonte)
Oh yea I know I'm husky but chicks still love me
3 o'clock still have they ass running to Waffle House fa me
Be feeling on that ass till me name they be calling
And shit got them so wet they make a Freudian slip and
Fall down into my verbal abyss that's straight Reservoir
Dog style perfecto served with a kiss
Muah baby, it's just like this no need to fight it
Invite it try me out you just might like it
American pie shit try anything out once
Forever stained in memory like white shirts and punch
I get the hunch that a niggas on your menu
Do mew a favor girl come check me at the next venue
(Outro)
(Phonte)
Hey yo Big Pooh check this out
You go to your girls' house and I'm a go to mine
Cause I know my girl is definitely mad
Cause it took us too long to do this album
(Big Pooh)
Yo I hear what you saying
Lets just pump the music up and count our money
(Phonte)
Hey you well check this out
Yo 9th turn the bass down and
Just let the beat keep on rockin
(Big Pooh)
And we out of hear
(Phonte)
Yo what happened to peace
(Big Pooh & Phonte)
(talking intro)
(verse 1 - big pooh)
im shy, timid, slow on the draw
ignore em when they close, love em from afar
star, naww thats not on my mind,
im on a mission lookin for the one im tryna find
but i get caught living life by the rhyme
living life on the grind
living like I, be 20-something on my birthday
its a catch 22 i want a girl to support me,
call me up when im out on the road
come to a couple shows, critique a nigga's flow
well yes no maybe so, thats what im lookin for Tay
i just dont know
so, imma be a bachelor
big pooh thing -- smooth oper-a-torr
the next time that im in for sure, ill probly fall to the hands of the lord.
(hook)
im talkin bout Keisha, and Teesha, and Toya, and Stacy
Alisha, Renee, and Mercedes man, i love ladies man
(get you in my arms tonight)
they be callin and writin and emailin and paging
tryna front but i just cant take it man
i love ladies man
(verse 2 - phonte)
yo, how could i hate em when i want em so much
thats the obstacle
keep my feelings inside
thats what i strive to do
but let me confirm, Tigolo is in love, i aint gon lie to you
in Miami, Carter be giving me some certain glances,
cuz we met under some real wide circumstances,
but it was worth the chances
im like -?- in the Matrix,
soon hopefully she be the one that there aint no replacing
and done fuck my head up, like bitches with braces
thinking bout her warm hugs, soft kisses and embraces
and i aint done feeling it cuz Tigolo done had show-downs
with hoes in O-Town, and Slum Villages,
and it dont compare to you, point blank period
you are the midnight star thats got me curious
seriously thinking bout our future this is how it must be
(hook)
(verse 3)
now some of you ladies are not complying,
you need to just come clean,
please stop ya lying
you probly wouldnt even fuck with me if not for rhymin
i mean it aint brain surgery or rocket science,
you lookin like "ooh girl-i just gotta try him"
thinking imma buy you rocks and diamonds
cuz you aint had a man since the days of Stop The Violence
and now we at court going the Scotts and Irish
slow it down girl - pump ya brakes
stop ya whining, some girls do got the proper timing
stay off a nigga back and its not for climbing
im, indebted to ya life forever
who held a nigga down till his dough got better
for that job bought shirt shoes tie and sweater,
expressed all her love in a 4 page letter
my god, ill never forget her
(so let em know)
Yeah, it's ya boy man
I'll Mind on production, of course
I got my nigga O-Dash with me tonight
I got Phonte in the house with me tonight
I got my nigga Young Krysis on the boards
D-Brock I see you in the back, baby
But check it out yo
Uh, I got my headphones steady
And you are not ready, 'cause the flows too heavy
Pooh be navigate over tracks like Mario Andretti
I'm sharp as a machete, you tossin' the confetti
Go against me that's doors on a Chevy sixty four
Dishin', niggaz still pitchin'
Sittin' in the kitchen, bangin' on moms table
The rap Clarke Gable, I'm kinda fly with it
I was blessed with the talent to rhyme
And motherfuckers I'm a die with it
Takin' y'all in the high with it
It's my ship from the captain you wanna take a ride in it?
I'm the truth when I step in the booth
AKA a hundred proof raps gasoline
Americas nightmare but a black mans dream
My eyes on the prize no sacrificin'
That's how we do it man, yeah
Ain't nobody like me
Tryin' to be hot like me y'all niggaz keep tryin'
But you not like me
Never, D-Brok tell 'em man
Ain't nobody like me
All day they tryin' to walk wit' it
But there's only one Pooh, one true authentic
It's been five long years since we started this
Group that was targeted, that people so annoyed with fast
And them wannabe niggaz and they gorgeous past
You ask me if I changed, fuck man, of course I have
'Cause I got more records to sell
More dollars to clock, I hate it but that's how it's gotta be
Got more stories to tell, more people to watch
And ten times more people watchin' me
So fuck the masquerade, just let me have a say
I still be spittin' regardless of the accolades
Y'all can take back the mics in The Source
Take back the props from Pete Rock Quest and them boys
Take back the night we did, "Speed", at four in the mornin'
Even take back the day I met ninth in the dorm
Y'all can re-write the history to settle the score
And I still be writin' wizardry like never before
'Cause I broke down this year almost lost my clarity
Felt wicked times needed God to carry me
Like, when I found success but lost my family
In the process I will not let you bastards handle me
Lookin' for some guidance, so I figured
I pray to God and He said, Tigga
Low I ain't let you run it back this far
Just so you can go and fumble under one nigga
What he sayin' dog for real?
Ain't nobody like me
Tryin' to be hot like me y'all niggaz keep tryin'
But you not like me, uh
Yo, you better tell 'em dog
Ain't nobody like me
All day they tryin' to walk wit' it
But there's only one Tay one true authentic
What? O-Dash, where you at nigga, man, c'mon?
Keep thinkin' shit gravy man
I heavy man, bet you all a dollar, I can change the game
I ain't gotta change the name, just change the aim
For months we gon' have to rearrange ya frame
Stay strapped on the hip, for those wanna trip
'Cause I got fresh feet on the whip
Man gimme a half I'm like Dominique doors on the flip
No respect when I'm clutchin' ya grip
Paranoia sets in, thinkin' 'bout the time you investin'
Could be gone in a second, that's life in perspective
Ya ace froze, case closed, nigga body found up in Texas
No witnesses to see who that is
That's how I handle my biz, yup for sho'
Might kidnap your broad in exchange for dough
You know how it go
Ain't nobody like me
Tryin' to be hot like me y'all niggaz keep tryin'
But you not like me
That's how we do it, man, y'all better get it
Ain't nobody like me
All day they tryin' to walk wit' it
But there's only one O one true authentic
Oh yeah
"Attention all passengers
We'd like to welcome you to Flight 919 headed to Raleigh, North Carolina
Where the temperature is currently a sunny eighty-five degrees
My name is Simone and I'll be your flight attendant for today
Once we reach our intended altitude of thirty thousand feet
We will be serving you the finest of Hip Hop music
So sit back, relax and enjoy your flight"
[Phonte]
Uh, uh, ye-ye-yeah yo, check it, check it
Ayo before we take off for the evening
Attention all passengers, this is your captain speaking
Just wanna thank y'all for buying tickets just to ride with us
No pun intended, but yo, y'all some fly niggas
The friendly skies are our passionate cost
Pride ourselves in great service and immaculate floors
So kick your feet up, relax at the bar
On behalf of us all, I'll pass it to my co-captain in change
[Rapper Big Pooh]
What's happening y'all? This Big Pooh, your co-captain speaking
Before we take off, I'd like to send a warm greeting (hello)
Please alert the stewardess for any things you needing
Buckle up tight, and I say this with good reason
We lost a few people before, they couldn't eat what we serve
Cause our food, you can't buy in the stores
It locked their jaws and they still not talking
Instead of catching flights, these days they steady walking
[Phonte]
They steady walking and steady gawking when I'm out with the squadron
Only one record out and already we marked men
But I'm just playing, this thing ain't cautious
Expect competition to take some losses for passing us down
This is our flight, we manning it now
Remember when y'all niggas didn't give a fuck like we was chastity belts
Guarantee they ain't gon' laugh at me now
You even when I'm taking off baby, yeah we still getting down
Now come on
[Hook]
[Pooh] Over the clouds and beneath the sky
It's Big Pooh and Little Brother still flying high (flying high)
The world's finest, ain't no need to lie
Cause even when I'm on the ground I'm still flying high (flying high)
[Phonte] It's Phonte up in the place to be
Representing world wide from sea to sea (flying high)
We rock the spot most definitely
It's Little Brother flying high for the world to see (flying)
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Who ready for a trip where the sky's the limit?
These days nobody slide, they rely on gimmicks
The last seven-forty-seven, three pilots in it
We so above the rest, seats reclining in 'em
Fuck designer linen, it's about giving back
Rated number one for service, ain't no doubting that
Where the customers at? They all set for the take off
From NC to CA, niggas don't get a day off
Shit, we need some lay offs, there's too many planes flying
Below the radar, there's too many planes dying
We keep it going, still gliding overseas
Up in the way, stay moving at God's speed
[Phonte]
On these flights we stating the facts, first class
and the Craig T. Nelson niggas straight to the back
Check him envy in my leather seats, in my cockpit with better beats
Nothing but blue skies ahead of me
[Hook]
[Phonte] NC, begin our decention
[Pooh] Fasten on belts and pay attention
[Phonte] This ride was brought to you with the warmest of intentions
[Pooh] The crew and the staff would like you to thank you for your patronage
[Phonte] A good flight is only what you make of it
[Both] Home is where we taking it
[Pooh] Until our next chance to lift off
And serve all with extreme pleasure
LB's an unfound treasure
Taking trips anywhere
[Both] No matter whether
[Phonte] The skies are grey
It's cold captain, I'm inclined to say
That we provide the best service in the US nighttime or day
Them other flights don't mean shit to me
Hell, look down and you'll probably see the head of your favorite MC, oh-ohh
"Attention all passengers
We are now arriving in Raleigh-Durham International Airport
where your local time is now 8: 42 P.M.
Please secure all belongings and prepare for landing
The flight attendants will be walking in the aisles
to ensure all carry-ons are secure and all seat belts are fastened
Once again, on behalf of the pilots and crew on Flight 919
We'd like to thank you for choosing LB airlines"
Yeah, yo Tay man
Let me, let me put you onto something man
See I'm tired of these girls, you know what I'm saying
Trying to play a nigga for the herb
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo
We need to sit down, me and you have a chit chat
Let's talk about friends and define that
Let's talk about us never mind that
Let's talk about trust where your mind at
So you looking for a man, won't find that
Had a good thing here, let's rewind facts
Believe me, I know all about them other cats
How they all played the game just to get to you
Spitting all in my ear which you like who
Tickled your fancy who you would invite
To be yours, I penned verses
Quote verses, with purpose, so nervous
I wrote urgence, I spoke shy, you spoke live
We spoke by, up until this year
When I saw you, you saw me, we walked on by
Till you found out I emcee, now you all up in my face like
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo
Why you all up in my face like?
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yee yee yee, yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo yo
Yeah, yeah, okay, alright
Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
Soon as they get the mic, I start walkin' out
And swear that they skill the most talked about
It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin' bitch
Trying to read poems and try to battle me with sandals and Capries on
Come on dog, I'm about to get hyped with this
Shed some light to this, so called Black Righteousness
Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me
At the end of the night, ya'll just trying to fuck like me
So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
Calling they self Gods with white girls named Caitlin'
And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I ain't about
To hear no fucking speeches 'cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, that's why I cant fuck with
Coffee houses man, get on my goddamn nerves
And deep down, ya'll know that I'm right
Man shit I'm bout to kick some Trick Daddy
Next poetry night like my black queen
Don't know nan nigga
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Niggas wanna come to my face
'Cause I'm making moves and they running in place
In my face like
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo
Niggas wanna come to my face
Fuck that tofu, I need a pork chop on my plate
Like this nigga
Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
[Chaundon:]
Yeah, it's Chaundon, and Little Brother
Khrysis on the boards with the heat
We bout to turn this muh'fuckin Chitlin Circuit out
Yeah, yeah
The hottest product out, got my name on it
Everybody rap nowaday, the difference is I get payed for it
Fliers got my face on it... (you know my steez)
Takin pictures with some bitches, telling paparazzi "cheese"
My arrogance got me walkin with a mean swagger
Hooks and punch lines will make your team stand up
Between women and weed I only fuck with dimes
And both habits don't affect my money or my mind
I'm always on the grind, can't afford to fall behind
(And you wack ass niggas) can't eclipse my shine
(You can't handle the truth) Chaundon stay winnin
I'm a problem behind bars like Mission Linen
You need a sixteen? I'm the man for the job
Been nice since Mike got his first nose job
You could never get the best of me
If I was Alex Trebek, I would bet your whole career would be in Jeopardy!
[Phonte:]
Uh, 'Te and Chaundilla... get on the mic and clash like titans
Strike like lightnin, and what's quite frightenin
Is the fact that there'll never be another quite like him
Scratch rap, my category's insight writin
Cause the sound of my voice could insight bias
And my teetering style invites bitin - yes
That nigga got flows, and he do got hoes
Whether they hot does or inside HIAS
Phonte's the man to do it - y'all spineless
While my shit is timeless like Jammin Lewis
Only because you need it, and dog best believe that
You the livest nigga walkin only because I'm seeded
Heavyweight rhyme shit - y'all about to see it
Have the crowd stretched out like a Sealy Posturepedic
My nigga Khrysis beat knock and rock the speakers
Till all competition is obsolete as Phonte nigga
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Uh, everybody wanna see some focus
I say to everybody "Be chill, cause I know this"
I wrote this for a show down south
In the lab, where your ass? You can blow things out
Word of mouth got me close ta
Bein a recurrent theme on your kid's poster
I'm boast a, record that the average rapper
What you know? He can't even come close ta
We roast up, any opposition
Itchin and scratch us with them frail compositions
I'm on a mission yo, and I dedi-
Cated my flow to critics and assholes
And also, new swagger, now Rapper
Swings a dagger that's bigger than Conan's
I'm too lesbian to hold hands
Wish about better days when you endin, see I promise man
Just bought the new Big Tymers man
Don't be mad - I heard Mickie D's is now hir-an
Till that day I'm retir-an
[Intro/Chorus:]
Relax yourseeeelf
Breathe easy 'caaaaause
We liiiiiiiiike, the way you do...
Relax yourseeeelf
Breathe easy 'caaaaause
We liiiiiiiiike, the way you do...
{This, is a Nicolay remix}
[Phonte:]
Yo, six minutes to showtime, I was out in the rain
With my nigga Big Pooh goin over some thangs
No money in our pockets, just a buck and some change
Ran up in the hideaway with niggaz screamin our name
Took the stage like a jet soarin, wildin out with the sweat pourin
'til I woke up hoarse the next mornin
An I'll feelin that it brings about
To see niggaz mouthin yo' words and you ain't even got a single out
On stage sealin yo' spot, is the equivalent of ten adrenaline shots
Just like L.E.G.A.C.Y. and Sean Boog when they killin the R.O.C
Ain't gotta worry 'bout if niggaz just pretendin it's hot
'cause I can see they hands in the air wavin, heads bobbin
Neck snappin back and forth, 'bout to break that shit
Man I appreciate that shit, thanks for showin' us love
And to the top we fin' to take that shit - fo' y'all
[Chorus x2: add Q-Tip's "INHALE" sample at the end of the third line]
(Whatcha doin, babe...)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I see y'all cats with yo hands high
Up front shoutin out the songs real loud, real proud
Lettin every other person know
Who you came to see and who you came to rock fo' - Little Brother
That's why we stay vibin, pens stay scribbin
Wrist rotatin to keep your soul pulsatin
It's been a long time, but most folks still waitin
All apologies, but thank you for stayin patient
And die hard, that's why we try hard
Dig deep demand, so we supply y'all
Pusherman, and we wanna keep you high far
From content with this current state of hip-hop
We know music, we know why some don't choose it
Y'all know the truth, I hope y'all don't lose it
Bullshit, everyday we all go through it
We givin y'all some shit that's therapeutic - so breathe easy y'all
(Intro - Big Pooh)
This joint right here
Is goin out to all y'all groupies
Male groupies, female groupies
See a groupie is a goupie
This right here for y'all
(Verse 1 - Big Pooh)
Check out this lame broad, call me up
I know I'm fine as fuck but she got the hot nail vapors
I ain't stack no paper I don't
Walk around wearin gators, shit I'm still walkin
I'm still the same Pooh, I still
Do the things I used to, I still hang with the same crew
The way I act now I blame to
The other chick I speak about got addicted to the fame to
I rocked a couple joints the album sell
I got a couple points, small change to the pockets
I don't understand these broads logic, I break
Bread with the fam before I hit em with a piece a profit
I'm allergic to you hoes stop it
Got me wonderin' was the attention before
Or after the shock of seein Big Pooh's pic in the store
Got yo eyes money green and me slammin the door
(Chorus)
Now ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me, hey yey
They love the way I rhyme at a show
The reason why man I don't know now, hey yey
You groupie niggas need to go away
(Verse 2 - Phonte)
Is it the way I rhyme that got you stressed, sittin in the
Back sweatin and lookin a mess
Nervous even pervis you shots with the bullets you pussycat
I had no choice but to pull it
But who wouldn't, swingin aimlessly
You got the same nerve to say you in the same vain as me
How ashamed are we you not the man that we claimed
To be now are fame is in jeopardy
You shouldn't have slept on me, the mic I had to snatch
back and react like white boys in the mosh pit
The fly shit is easy to get stuck on
I penned joints for you to vibe to and get you're fuck on
You couldn't last one round
I suggest you back up off my nuts and put the dick down
You now in tune to the sounds
9th is wonderful, I know you noddin right now
[Phonte (Rapper Big Pooh):]
Yeah, yeah, check it out now
You're now tuned to the sounds of Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
[Little Brother:]
It's Little Brother, (ain't no other) put it down like no other
And I know it's a lot of madness out there, a lot of snakes
A lot of fake ass niggas, claiming they doing this and doing that
Just watch what you do, aight?
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I don't know about you but this nigga here watching me chase
Cause at the end of the day, I don't need no case
Bitches had grimy niggas runnin up in your place
Cause they ain't mention to you past mistakes, and it's fucked up
You lucked up with this chick toting more bags
Than the trash man on a Monday morning
I dips bout your downfall, already forming
In the mind of this nigga brainstorming, he gotta get her back
Somebody gonna take the rap
So he kept putting bait in the trap until the snake bit
See everybody doing dirt on the low man
Cheating on his wife and his wife didn't know
Wife withholding information on the low
Now old flame back and somebody gotta go
Once the shit hit the fan then you know fo' show
You better watch what you doin cause you don't know
[Hook]
[Pooh:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause you never really know who got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
Waiting for the day they get you out in the open
[Phonte:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell what's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing, scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
[Phonte:]
Dear God, it's my time, believe me I'm with it
But before I go, forgive me for the times that I didn't
Use better judgement against the people I shitted
Them young girls I fucked over and the sins I committed
Thought my master plan was hand crafted
Never thought my master plan would backfire and get my own man blasted
Now we both on our way to hell in hand baskets
Screaming fuck the world for telling us we can't have it
The hoes, prestige and dollar signs
Ready to serve any nigga feeling like he want a part of mine
My conscious would speak to me a lot of times
When I was busy starching up my white collar crimes
The blueprint follow mines, nigga we can go settle it
I got banks in Switzerland and hoes in the Netherlands
That specialize in offshore accounts and embezzlement
So if your dough get tapped, you know where the hell it went
You funny niggas best be going, the dope specialist
Did more pedalling than Greg Lemond
And you ain't tryna see none of that, a wild thundercat
Tryna outrun my past life when I was coming back
And now I kneel and both palms together
Looking for answers and proverbs, songs, whatever
And when my soul burns in hell, to myself I owe it
Cause money, sex and power was the motive, for real
[Hook]
[Phonte:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell what's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing, scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
[Pooh:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause you never really know who got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Uh, yeah, uh, it's Rapper
Uh, I got my man, a newcomer to the HOJ
Jozeemo's in the building {Yes sir}
Uh, then I went to the west coast
And I got my man Bishop Lamont
Aftermath's in the building {West, west y'all}
I put my trust in it, swear to god no rushin it
Catch up, don't muster it
No rust when I bust, leave us discussin it
And this is the thanks I get
So you not happy and you threatenin to leave
If you walk away then that's how it's gonna be
I had a vision that I wanted you to see
But apparently it didn't translate to TV {Turn em off}
I'm top shelf yo picture that
You can't cause you busy with aristocrat drinkin
And this here is a risk in fact
Cause once it gets out ain't no reelin it back
Check how my pride though still intact
Bounce back with a smile, I'm just settin a trap
But some of y'all be settin be back
Got a mean two-step, that don't mean I tap
See it a uphill battle, that don't mean I pack
Put on look like money, that just mean I stack
A slow burner, truth like sojourner
See you back soon cause I'm a head turner
I earn the, respect I get
Hate when you talk sideways and ain't did shit
Can't live with or without you, that's real spit
Don't be mad, I'm just speaking my bit
I can't get enough of it
[Hook x2: Snoop Dogg]
You the, only, one that I could ever kill for
I gotta get more
You the, only, one that I could ever live for
It's you I adore
[Jozeemo:]
Yo I don't care what the people say, I'll die if you leave today
You get around but I ride with you either way
For me to say you got me open is an understatement
I'm locked in till I'm under pavement
Somethin flagrant, kind of bold with it too
I got jealous when I heard you got a hold of my crew
But I knew that you was comin back to Jozee
Lookin all blue, don't believe you, now you got to show me
Now you got to roll me emotional oceans
Put me in the groove while I'm floatin and coastin
Pop when awoken, again in the nighttime
Get my grown man on and drown you in white wine
Dollar signs, high maintenance you are
But a date from the day you laugh straight to the mall
Many ways you can sex my heart
Just follow the map, X marks the spot
[Hook x2: Snoop Dogg]
[Bishop Lamont:]
Fuck bitches... nah I mean literally fuck bitches
Then get back to your riches
Matter of fact let me make it exact
Do what I said in the verse and reverse the order of the rap
Meaning chase the paper first, them bitches will holler back
They cursed with insatiable thirst, they hunger for your stacks
Like Nosferatu these hoes will plot you
Open up their legs, booby trap, they got you
I sound like a woman hater though I try not to
But since I like to breathe motherfucker I got to
Switchin topics, what's up with this nonsense?
Wack ass jams with a built in dance
Rappers snap they fingers in a B-Boy stance
Radio play it all day but real rap no chance
Real rap don't mean take em to school
I like bitches, cars and money but I use my brains too
[Hook x2: Snoop Dogg]
[Bishop Lamont:]
Yeah, there you have it
NC to CA, Little Brother and Bishop Lamont
Stop the simpin and get with the pimpin
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin the whole long talk
Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's only right to show the love back
To the people that's been supportin us and...
(It's only right) ynahmsayin? Like, people always ask us like,
"Yo man, do y'all ever feel bad that, y'know you ain't gettin the shine y'all deserve"
"You ain't get this, you ain't get that... "
Man, I could be mad about a whole lotta shit but, at the end of the day you still here...
(Still here, baby!) Ynahmsayin? We still doin our shit
And it's like... it's like yo man...
The main thing we want y'all to take from this album
You don't take shit else from this record, man
If you don't get nothin else, man from the whole...
The whole story of Little Brother, man, just know that...
We just two niggas that did not quit, man, through whatever
(Ever!) ALL the shit we done been through, dawg
These niggas never let up, man it's like...
(NEVER!) That's just life, dawg youknahmsayin? You gotta get up...
You gotta keep doin ya thang, youknahmean?
(STILL HERE, BABY!) Keep it movin... Let's go!
[Singing interlude:]
When everything is young, fresh, and neeeeeeeeeeww...
When everything is young, fresh, and neeeeeeeeeeww... Ooh-ooh...
(Well)
Another morning, (wake up wake up) as the night fades away
I wish she would stay for awhiiiile (for awhiiiile)
Another warning, (wake up wake up) not to waste all our daaays (waste all our days)
So let's greet today with a smile (Smiii-iiii-iii-iile...)
[Chorus:]
When everything is young, fresh, and neeeeeeeeeeww...
When everything is young, fresh, and neeeeeeeeeeww... Ooooh... oooh...
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Uh, I know it sounds like an endin, this is a beginning
The wheels keep spinnin on a brand new thought
And people all the time sayin Rapper Pooh ought
To go back to school, stop playin cool
We'll stop by the pool, no shame belly showin
Hate motivate last time to keep flowin
That was last time I evolved as a man
And as I got older I begin to understand
That dreams do change, goals rearranged
It's no longer fame I aspire to attain
Cause fame is a drain where your morals get flushed
Values get crushed and we no longer trust
What got us here in the first place, for me it only takes one case
The verdict's been read, these words been said now I K-I-M
It's plenty people left who believin in them (WORD?)
And this here's the next chapter in my life
An ongoing saga I decided to write
I decided it's right, you decide if you like
You decide that you like, God bless and goodnight!
[Chorus]
[Phonte:]
Uh... uh... uh!
Peace to my nigga Jozeemo
And we gon +Keep it Movin+ like Soul II Soul
Tay raps is the coldest, even though I feel
Like the oldest twenty-eight year old I know
Remember back in the days on the GTA
When me and Aunt Gilles used the bus pass
Now I go out on the road, come home see my kids like,
"Damn nigga, when you get a moustache? "
In '98, lost my stepfather, around the same time that I met my partner
Goin round campus as the shit starters
God damn! Time passes like Brett Favre
And if you try to catch up, then don't even bother
That's why I can't do the shit I usta do no mo'
This world'll try to break you with lies and fables
Make you not even believe in you no mo'
Had to get back to me, get back to mines
Get back to fam, get back to rhymes
Lay down at night and say without shame
Today I was a man, tomorrow I'll be the same
Be a bonfire when others are just a flame
Be a memory when others are just a name...
That's real words from a true heart
You can take it as a old ending or a new start
... Whatchu thought, UH!
[Phonte: singing interlude]
Feel brand neeeeeeeww...
And I'm just so happy to say...
Feel brand neeeeeeeww...
Just so happy to seeeeeee...
Feel brand neeeeeeeww...
Embrace another day to see the sun, brand neeeeeeeww...
Uh... eh-heh... it's bout to be Friday morning joint, dawg
One more time, yeah...
[Chorus]
Raise it up...
[Phonte (Rapper Big Pooh):]
Yeah, yeah, check it out now
You're now tuned to the sounds of Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
[Little Brother:]
It's Little Brother, (ain't no other) put it down like no other
And I know it's a lot of madness out there, a lot of snakes
A lot of fake ass niggas, claiming they doing this and doing that
Just watch what you do, aight?
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I don't know about you but this nigga here watching me chase
Cause at the end of the day, I don't need no case
Bitches had grimy niggas runnin up in your place
Cause they ain't mention to you past mistakes, and it's fucked up
You lucked up with this chick toting more bags
Than the trash man on a Monday morning
I dips bout your downfall, already forming
In the mind of this nigga brainstorming, he gotta get her back
Somebody gonna take the rap
So he kept putting bait in the trap until the snake bit
See everybody doing dirt on the low man
Cheating on his wife and his wife didn't know
Wife withholding information on the low
Now old flame back and somebody gotta go
Once the shit hit the fan then you know fo' show
You better watch what you doin cause you don't know
[Hook]
[Pooh:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause you never really know who got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
Waiting for the day they get you out in the open
[Phonte:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell what's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing, scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
[Phonte:]
Dear God, it's my time, believe me I'm with it
But before I go, forgive me for the times that I didn't
Use better judgement against the people I shitted
Them young girls I fucked over and the sins I committed
Thought my master plan was hand crafted
Never thought my master plan would backfire and get my own man blasted
Now we both on our way to hell in hand baskets
Screaming fuck the world for telling us we can't have it
The hoes, prestige and dollar signs
Ready to serve any nigga feeling like he want a part of mine
My conscious would speak to me a lot of times
When I was busy starching up my white collar crimes
The blueprint follow mines, nigga we can go settle it
I got banks in Switzerland and hoes in the Netherlands
That specialize in offshore accounts and embezzlement
So if your dough get tapped, you know where the hell it went
You funny niggas best be going, the dope specialist
Did more pedalling than Greg Lemond
And you ain't tryna see none of that, a wild thundercat
Tryna outrun my past life when I was coming back
And now I kneel and both palms together
Looking for answers and proverbs, songs, whatever
And when my soul burns in hell, to myself I owe it
Cause money, sex and power was the motive, for real
[Hook]
[Phonte:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause sometimes it's hard to tell what's fake and what's true
They plotting, harassing, scheming when they spot you
One wrong move homeboy and then they got you
[Pooh:]
You better watch what you say and what you do
Cause you never really know who got they eyes on you
They be plotting, scheming, eyeing, scoping
[Intro: imitating a TV commercial]
You are watching - U, Beeeee, Nnnnnnnnnnnn
"U Black Niggaz Network, Channel 94"
"Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill"
[YahZarah harmonizes for a bit over background music]
[YahZarah:]
We'd like to welcome you to everything there is to know
This is our life, this is our music, it's our Minstrel Show
We'd like to welcome you to everything there is to know
This is our life, this is our music, it's our Minstrel Show
[TV announcer:]
It's "The Minstrel Show," starring Phonte!
Rapper Big Pooh! 9th Wonder y'all!
Roy Lee and the 4th Tritonian band!
Musical guest Percy Miracles, and your host Chris Hardwick!
[YahZarah:]
This is our life, this is our music, it's our Minstrel Show
[Chris Hardwick:]
Hey everybody I'm your host Chris Hardwick
[Big Pooh:]
I'd like to welcome all of you...
[Big Daddy Kane:]
Uh huh, yeah...
[Big Pooh:]
To the Bull City...
Better known as Durham (uh huh)
Right now we in the heart of it...
[Big Daddy Kane:]
Got the Butta Team...
[Big Pooh:]
The Butta Team...
[Big Daddy Kane:]
Uhh, Little Brother...
[Big Pooh:]
9th Wonder, y'all...
[Big Daddy Kane:]
... and y'alls truly, BDK style...
[Phonte:]
... Big Daddy Kane in the house
[Big Daddy Kane:]
Feel me out...
Staring in the face of death, and I'm lookin in the mouth
Like, goddamn, I found Brooklyn in the South
Comin up inside the hood is due to curse you
But comin up inside the hood is universal
The shells from the ratchet, they spit the same
As well when they clap it, they hit the same
The Dutch and the Backwoods get spit the same
You ask me why I'm down here, I'm like, "Shit the same"
Folks be mostly movin low key
Tryin to make the dough be grossly OT
Who surely, be out handlin shit right
And let off more rounds than a championship fight
Them die against me
And we can take it from NY to NC
It's simply, that anywhere you at you can still be hood
My niggaz in the dirty dirty, what's really good?
[Chorus x2: Big Daddy Kane]
These streets out here take a lot to run
When you claim gangsta, if you're not, you're done
On your grind, can't nobody stop you, son
Lick a shot up in the air (blaow)
What block you from?
[Big Pooh:]
Uhh...
Durham, NC, the place where I reside at
The Eastside is the place where they ride at
Any vice to get high, well you can buy that
Test them country boys? Wouldn't try that
Cause niggaz (niggaz) is off the chain right here
Just cause it's the South, don't get the wrong idea
You can get stained like on walls at Ikea
I declare, niggaz have the wrong idea
From ego, pride to where colors collide
Fam, vills, streets fiends brought the cracks for hire
Older folk down here look hard to work sire
Call my nigga Tramp, what's the haps on that?
Is that a bus you get around in, and fours get clapped at?
Go down on Brother Spree where they shakin like craps
Hustlers reminisce, what's the god who's back?
"Medicine City, " how funny is that?
[Interlude: Phonte, Big Pooh, the Butta Team]
Yellin your name in every hood out there
No you cain't, cause it ain't such a good idea
Little Brother, and we puttin it down tonight
Big Daddy Kane, comin back for the crown tonight
Yellin your name in every hood out there
No you cain't, cause it ain't such a good idea
Dirty Durham, they ain't playin around tonight
The Butta Team, them boys layin it down tonight
[Phonte:]
I only been here for six years but the city is in me
I can feel it when I walk or when I whisper somethin
And every time I spit, I drive you to your death
-tination, like I got a lisp or somethin
And if your gums get to bumpin
Them boys hit the button
For room service to come give you the toast
Dirty Durham – we got niggaz with scholarships
And niggaz with hollow tips
And I know niggaz with both
That'll shoot until the block is drama-free
From niggaz like you actin up like they Oscar nominees
You mighta been in the club and popped that wallet
Hit the gym for a month, and maybe got rock solid
But in the Bull City they will send dudes to you
Just to prove to you, you are not that brolic, not
And they ain't askin for God's permission
They askin for God's forgiveness for bein poverty-stricken
Stressed out and scarred from livin, better guard your business
You ain't earnin bars, nigga, stop drawin attention
It's evident that this is as real as it gets
In the City of Medicine, them Durham niggaz is sick!
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Ye-yeah! One more time, one last number..
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right now...Let's get it goin', Big Pooh, UH!
My attitude real shitty, temper short
My mind cluttered like the streets of New York
I ain't tryna take a 'L', 'cause I casually fought
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin through life wit my car in park
And even in the day sometimes it's dark
and that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggaz blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK, uh
and that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or you'll get buried
and rap keep plenty room in the cemetery
Pull out your Blackberry's change yo itineraries
You see, you could be the shit today
and tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!
And homey on the real, ain't nothin you can say
That's why I work hard now, got later to lay
In the sands on the beach, mixin drinks wit Belvy
The world's gon' remember my name, muhfuckaz!
[Chorus]
Now they heard some of yo songs, and peeped you from the side
and watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what to expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed, my nigga
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side
and came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how we get down muhfuckaz
We don't care who got next, this is now muhfuckaz!
[Phonte]
I tried to work wit niggaz, don't wanna jerk them niggaz
But everybody's runnin around thinkin they murderers
Gave birth to niggaz, and when I burp them niggaz
The spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier
and this is what the state of hip-hop is like
I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"
and I agree that everybody's a biter
But if you Xerox my style, then that's infringin on my copy, right?
It's the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings
and we all in the game tryna collect the pennants
and from the, old school, I'm a direct descendant
and y'all can feel it at the end of each sentence
'Cause underground rap is just immense and gimmicks
An image they phone in for ten cents a minute
I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style
would have niggaz takin it back, but what about now?
I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed
'Cause now "Rap City" look like "Video Soul"
and that's a sad state of affairs
But no need to despair, 'cause we the next ones that's takin' it there, ya know!
[Chorus]
Now they heard some of yo songs, and peeped you from the side
and watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what to expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed, my nigga
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side
and came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how we get down muhfuckaz
We don't care who got next, this is now muhfuckaz!
[Chaundon]
A note to my opponents, yeah, I got now
and I always got next 'cause I cease every moment
I'm an opportunist wit ambition
Keep an eye on that number one spot before it wind up missin'
And the heart of this bein is the art of MCin
I feel I'm God wit the flow, 'cause people started believin, HUH
So what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?
Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead, smile for paparazzi
This is how I get down
Got a crib in every hood, so I'm always the hottest nigga in town
Hate it or love it, who fuckin' wit our music?
Yeah, y'all niggaz is the SHIT when it comes to bowel movements
Pooh showed and proved it, can't sleep on his game
'Te converted all the currency with Foreign Exchange
Up next to rock the booth iiiis a rapper named Chaundon
The Bronx Borough President wit' "No Excuses"
Doubtin' me is foolish, don't ask who produced this!
Knowin damn well only 9th can do this
It's no secret, Lyor even know
when me and Little Brother flow, it's guaranteed another video!
[Chorus]
Now they heard some of yo songs, and peeped you from the side
and watched yo videos and seen the car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what to expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed, my nigga
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side
and came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how we get down muhfuckaz
We don't care who got next, this is now muhfuckaz!
[crowd cheers]
[Outro: Phonte]
On behalf of myself, Phonte, Big Pooh, and 9th Wonder
and the whole cast of "The Minstrel Show"
I wanna thank ya'll, for watchin this shit
I ain't gon' front, only reason I took this job 'cause I need the money
I don't need...yo, I ain't gon' front
I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I-I gotta be real..
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about "The Minstrel Show"? [crowd cheers]
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN? [crowd cheers]
THESE GODDAMN CRACKERS GET ON MY MUTHAFU..
Damn... Chitlin Circuit [echoes]
[Phonte:]
Yeah... wanna take time to welcome y'all
THis "Chitlin Circuit 1.5"
It's your man, Phonte
Yo fuck, I don't need no introduction
Let's get it goin on...
Uh, on the right track, to get it, it's like that
Phontigga right back, to bi'ness I +Strike Back+
Like the +Empire+, Tay's that celebrity dude
That moved next door, now they done made your rent higher
Raised the property values 'cause we the livest
I don't care what they tell you, until them niggaz beggin for
A spot on the album, ya need to fall back
Medicate yourself, I mean pump up the valium/volume
'cause me and you are not cut from the same cloth
This is all me with no alteration
Got my team outside, and we all be waitin
Trust YOU don't want no altercation
'cause no tellin what I'm a say to you, and if we in ya city
Act now, 'cause we prol'ly sell it out in a day or two
'Cause everytime me and Pooh step on stage
Hoes start Klymaxx-in like we +Met in the Ladies Room+, nigga!
This is the team you got respect for
Everytime we step through that door to remind you
This rap shit is chess and I +Connect Four+
Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!
That's what I'm sayin man...
LB ain't no flash-in-the-pan ass shit...
Not no here-today-gone-tonight niggas...
It's really on
Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I got the, heart of the lion, eye of the tiger
20/20 vision watchin shit transpire
Nonperishable, my records don't expire
I'm that blue flame if we speakin on fires
"Wo" like Mya, burn like niacin
Feelin froggy, well try me then
I'm a a cold motherfucker with a leaky pen
Don't be confused 'cause you seen me grin
Take two to the chin, I been writin
Rap word recitin, Bogard-in on niggaz
Like Poobie is a Viking
You ain't gotta like 'em, but I got the juice
You thirsty niggaz better off with the Sprite then
Marquee light and fuckers stay bitin
Do some other shit and you do it just like 'em
Your flows like he, your shows like he
Now you out tryna bag hoes like me? !
Got no I.D., better be yourself!
You wantin to be niggaz ain't good for your health
... I'll be damned, it's like I'm speakin to myself
The very next day, you tryna be somebody else, fucker!
Stop tryna be like this-nigga that-nigga
Won't you just DO YOU, nigga?
I'm a do me, I'm a let my nigga DJ Flash do his thing
(Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!)
[DJ Flash cuts and scratches]
[Chuck D.:] "WAR! "
(Phonte, Big Pooh on the track - now that's WAR!)
[Phonte:]
Uh, yo, fuck whoever I fin', jsut talkin 'bout war
Not promotin violence we just, orchistrate
And promote violins like the London Philharmonics
And every track I bless, you gonna feel me on it
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Tay, this is what they need, right? (yeah)
I'm on a whole 'nother plane, this past year I been goin insane
Pickin at my brain for the right direction
Left winner interludes at your own discretion
[Phonte:]
Uh, dawg this is for your own protection
LB and we run this section, and we ain't tryna hold off
We just, tag team like Nikita Koloff
You don't wanna make that fatal-four, pah
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
And you don't want it with these boys - hell nah, 'cause we all all-stars
Checkin in to the game, 'bout to settle the score
9th soundin better than he ever did before
Big Pooh and Phonte on the track - now that's WAR!
[Outro: Phonte]
Uh, had to take it back to the days of the wrestling, nigga...
Goin back and forth like Ivan and Nikita, it's goin down
Hulk Hogan, we comin fo' YOU, NIGGA!
(Big Pooh and Phonte on the track - now that's WAR!)
[DJ Flash cuts and scratches]
[Chuck D.:] "WAR! "
By myself
H.O.J., even when I'm by myself
Little Brother, even when I'm by myself
Foreign Exchange, even when I'm by myself
Zo! & Tigallo, even when I'm by myself
Justus League, even when I'm by myself
Phontigallo for dolo
Smile for the camera, nigga, pose for the photo
Pause for the promo 'cause failure's a no-no
Back on my fly shit
So green with envy, kiss me, I'm Irish
Niggas be asking me "Who we got to ride with? "
They saying "Come back Tay, we been craving"
We need LB to come and save the rap
But, truthfully, I don't think the shit needs saving
I think we got wives and sons that need raising
New dreams to fill and for that, we need patience
Twenty-one years old, I used to slang verses
But ten years later, I am not the same person
Whole new perspective, not the same purpose
And sometimes I have to question if I even want it
Not mad at the game 'cause it is what it is
And not mad at the radio 'cause I don't know what's on it
Be in my own universes when I be doing verses
Burn 'em down like the Klan used to do to churces
Back in the day in my town, nigga
Don't come around if you a clown nigga, then go and do the circus
First, do the knowledge, then do the purchase
Understand why, against me, a coup is worthless
Battle Tay [? ] That's the dumbest thing I ever heard
Since ex-hoes claiming that they're born-again virgins
Feeling like a born-again version
Of myself, thought I left the shit I used to listen to
'Til one day, I was playing my old shit
Like "Who the fuck is this? I kind of miss this dude."
It's the same old Tigga that slowed your whole movement
And y'all dudes just all show and no proving
But honestly, I like what them young boys is doing
But my niggas like "Tay, they close, but no Cuban"
Like I was the chosen one for flowing
I'm done, the rap game's no country for old men
I'll always spit whenever the spirit hits me
But fuck if I'm a be doing this shit when I'm sixty
And that's no disrespect to KRS
I'm just trying to make my art and do what's smart
I'm saying, rapping Tay, four-and-half-mic honoree
Or singing Tay, first-time Grammy nominee
Nigga, you do the math, nigga, you add it up
That's on my mind when I press record
A lot of niggas probably mad at me
But I would rather be a lonley wolf than a sheep that's bored
So fuck it, be by myself
Big Pooh, even when I'm by myself
Big Dho, even when I'm by myself
Nicolay, even when I'm by myself
My nigga Zo!, even when I'm by myself
Median, even when I'm by myself
Yazarah, even when I'm by myself
[Phonte:]
Uh, I done told these little bastards to stop fuckin with us
Ay, yo, I done told these little cocksuckers to stop fuckin with us
This is that grown man... Ay, yo
I done told them little motherfuckers to stop fuckin with us
Y'all boys must be a little nervous, Little Brother
I put the mic to ya, take a couple publishing rights from ya
Tell ya momma she can write to ya, nah that ain't right to ya
But 'Te is sick of your ailments
My rhyme is so blinding, they're calling me brilliant
Cause you ain't box with a, cold veined cannibal ox nigga
That be in the chop shop when we stop to drop scriptures
Cardiac arrest your style, I mean have a heart to heart with ya
I swing like hard hitter cause you boring me
So God bless the day that Khrysis recorded me
And Big Pooh, he always got my loyalty
9th is king of his beat machine, now that's mechanical royalty
Phonte ain't scared of you boys, I'm taking care of you dog
Better get these little niggas from round him
At whatever the cost, big terrorist boss
Nigga, who you think Saddam was rockin to when they found him?
This is mixtape shit that I spit
Feel the pain a of nigga gettin his beast on, in my Nissan
Switchin four or five lanes, drunk with ambition
Designated to drive you motherfuckers insane, bitch!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I put them boys in a box
Like they tried to box us, let the audience watch
Rapper Pooh fight back unorthodox
Pump hits out the shop like we moving the rocks
Eat a cock to them naysayers, who wish that we didn't record
So at night they pray for it
Cocksucker, you gon' pay for it
I'm talking butter baby all day, you gotta churn
No it, didn't stop with The Listening or Foreign Exchange
Get Connected with the best who be doing it mayne
From the grapes out in Naples to the shores in Maine
To Noize out in Denmark who be doing his thang
Everybody gon' remember the name, it's like that
Despite that, niggas wanna hold me back
I Tom Petty verses over the track son
[Phonte:]
Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce
Unh, unh, unh, unh, let it, bounce
You know sometimes a nigga get tired of always
Talkin' about shit he ain't got, milkin on shit
Sometims you gotta make use of what you got here, man
We right here, doin it, let it bounce
Use to wish on a star that I'd have big plaques
Big awards right here on the wall, everything that gleam
Lamp shades, back stage, for this nigga askin'
Tay, would you work ten years for your dream
Seven years later, now I see just what he mean
Cuz this is real life and I'm livin' kinda regular
Got a house, got a car, got a wife, [?]
Big Dho, manager, HOJ's the team
You can say I'm satisfied, though I often analyze
Why this rap shit rip my hear at the seams
This ain't time to fantasize, I'm not a whippersnapper
I'm trying to get these crackers for all of they cream
Like Dairy Queen or Häagen-Dazs
Cuz the rap audience like the way I handle bars
Like it before they thoughts, Oh so easily, just like Sheila E
When she was singing Hollyrock, Oh, check out the scene
We ain't got time for your bullshit schemes
Cuz once Tay begins, they say depends
Much bigger than a sword and I'm a lyrical Lance-A-Lot
I ain't gotta dance a lot, check the way I lean
[Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)]
Yes, yes, now! You now rockin' wit' the muh'fuckin' best now
Think of fuckin' wit the team, I suggest not
Real shit, you can feel it in your chest, now
Got y'all feelin' the pressure
(Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Phonte feelin' the pressure, feelin the pressue
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Big Pooh feelin' the pressure so feel the pressure)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Niggaz block, women jock on your cock, round the clock
Get it, get it, don't stop, catch you on the rise
Made a lil' dough in this rap game slow
See my video, so they swear I'm movin' pies
Old whip, new kicks, few flicks, same chick
New picks, same bitch, no I'm not a star
Let my hair grow, put my mic game down
This the third time round, I'm shootin for a par
We came this far, and no one assisted
Co-signed, or enlisted, like we ain't gifted
We be gettin' lifted of the beats and drank liquor
We call women hoes, that's if the name fits
Put me in the box, I ain't wrappin' up shit
Made music my career, some of y'all just spit
Homie, just sit back, pay attention
Forgot to mention Hall of Justus is the click
[Chorus]
[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh (Phonte)]
Can you feel that?
That tight grip around your neck, nigga
That's pressure nigga
That's pressure nigga
(Let it, bounce)
Yeah, nigga, Mick I think that's enough
Yeah, that's your new name, "Nigga Mick"
[Host:]
I'd like to thank everyone for coming out to "The Minstrel Show" tonight, uhh
Especially our guests uhh, Elzhi of Slum Village
Don't be afraid, you can clap
Uhh, Mr. James Poyser, was here as well
Uhh I'd like to thank DJ Jazzy Jeff for popping by
I'd like to thank you at home of course
And I'd like to give a special shoutout to my baby momma Tameka
And our twin daughters, Faith and Abstinence
Daddy's coming home babies, your daddy's coming home
Man hahaha, I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry
Goodnight everybody, goodnight!
[YahZarah:]
It's time to say goodbye to all of our friends
Our time is up and now the good times must end
We hope we made you laugh and chuckle or grin
And hopefully, one day soon, we can do it again
We'd like to welcome you to everything there is to know
This is our life, this is our music, it's our minstrel show
We'd like to welcome you to everything there is to know
This is our life, this is our music, it's our minstrel showwwww
[ad lib singing, audience cheers]
[New Host:]
Ay y'all
Y'all y'all ready for the party to be over? (Noooo)
Yo, I bought a brand new album today
Decide to take it home kick off my shoes relax and play
And spin it for the whole joint 'cause I like to get the whole point
Music is everything to me and I refuse to rock the piece
'Cause you're my favorite emcee
All I want is what you would ask of me hi kwelity
And some Definition
Wonder why we bootleg like it's prohibition
It's difficult it's dismissing
I got suspicions that your ears to the streets where we're whispering
Are you listening?
I took your LP to DC, where some youngins
Gave me the LD on how it should be
Make sure the beat knock till the trunk pop
And everybody pause when you cruise down the block
Roll down your window and they ask what you playin'
But don't nobody care what you're sayin'
That's what they told me y'all
This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins
With real rhymes and skills they believing in
Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin
It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands
They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin'
We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland
Holla if you hear it, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
Music was my sanctuary so I take a long listen
To hip hop living out my life in songs wishin'
My parents, I could get along with them
So I would go inside my room and dig deep inside the strong rhythms
Back when fresh was the word and raw was on prism
Marley on the boards, plus Kane was long livin'
G rap and A spittin' murderous
Bought long live the kane, sat down and learned every word of it
Sneakin' my walkman in the homeroom playin' it
Listen for punchlines delivery and cadences
But nowadays it's like niggaz wanna play with it
They hear some good shit but don't stop to savor it
Like one night we was out in my whip
With some broads just chillin', playin' demos and shit
Asked 'em how I sounded rockin' the mike
One chick told me all she listened to was beats, thank God for ninth
Trying to get pressed on vinyl 'cause muh'fuckers buy your CD
But turn around don't even know your song titles
Like track 2 is hot and track 6 is long
Ain't even listening, I'm hoping I get through to y'all
This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins
With real rhymes and skills they believing in
Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin
It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands
They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin'
We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland
Holla if you hear it, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
Fly Motorola diploma style for ice niggaz
Asparagus rosemary chips for all my nice niggaz
We roll through niggaz masked in vengeance
U-Haul emcees chasing Brown Sugars
And you thought that it would never happen
Thought that it would never happen
My clever rappin' keeps my celery growing
Judy Jetson up in Elroy's, thought he was home
With the Gold Bond Armor-All fatigues on
Rosey in the pantry with Velma and Shaggy getting they lean on
He sweeter that a Whitney Hous' track hittin' them high notes
And Alex Keaton always frontin' like he high post
Screaming on Justine when he flippin' the script
Tony Danza left a playa celibate
Rippin' rhymes for the hell of it
Check all these bitches on my Soul Glow city
Walkin' 'round with Madagascar titties
Imported for my Cole Train leaves ya elephant niggaz
Yo peace Jovan, the sky be purple and orange
This is a message for our people chasing Benjamins
With real rhymes and skills they believing in
Keeping them bad tapes rolling like Michelin
It don't matter, 'cause niggaz ain't listening
They ain't listening, they thinkin' 'bout they Timbalands
They say the shit we talk about ain't interestin'
We got a better chance of blowing up in Switzerland
[Phonte:]
Okay, we runnin it now
Like this baby, feel it
Yo, get out your pens and pads, get out your pads and pens
Guitars, keyboards, 8-tracks and your mandolins
It's real music, real business that we handlin
Bout to bring the real shit back so stop the panickin
Go cast your votes on it and put your folks on it
Pushing my knee sign but still payin notes on it
It ain't a classic till that nigga 'Te done spoke on it
Holy Grail shit, call the Vatican and poke on it
With our immaculate flows makin the fans cuckoo
Smackin my hoes leavin em bamboozled
I'm not a teacher, just a grand pupil
A Pit Bull walkin hard and talkin shit over these damn Poodles
That ain't outspoken, there's no way I could be outspoken
As long as 'Te is on the mic, ignite this mouse holdin
If niggas from the South ruin - the head doctor got your spouse chokin
With her mouth open, get it right bitches
[Scratches/Samples by 9th Wonder]
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Let's get it on niggas, they thought they could hang with us
Their bad, just a pain to us, we trained to flush
Out the weak links that's chained to us
Real cats can't afford to give slack
We battle back, now the League's in search of the ring
Championship watchers do our thing
Made for TV after-school specials and prime time
The latest talk shows, now every broad knows
And every squad goes to all of our shows
It's so beautiful and that's the usual
Heavy rotation, played on every radio station
US, Asia, even hero every vacation
It's so plain to see it's so plain to me
This is not what I do, this is who I must be
And it's not just me cause it's just we
Hip Hop passed the torch, now I rest comfortably
[Scratches/Samples by 9th Wonder]
[Chaundon:]
I ain't both of us but I can smell your feminine flagrance
So foul, rappers started callin me flagrant
Bein South dog is my duty
And I agree with Teddy Riley, when you on the mic I see booty
All your TV sounds obsolete
Why would I need BET when I got hits on the street?
Fuck who I offend when I say this
Cause your name show the first with an asterisk on Wendy Willaims gay list
You're so wack I can't stand it
Your rap book is holdin onto more junk than Fred G. Stanford
You nicer than me? Nigga please
You can battle like samurai and still take an L in Japanese
If my name's in your mouth, every time the wind blows
I toss your Microsoft ass out of ninety-eight windows
Tough talk niggas be scared on the low
Every time I come around they speak in binary codes
Got em wishin all day that I disappear
Cause I keep startin new shit like freshman air
I'm about to climb the charts like "Pardon me dogs"
[talking]
Yall can't do it like 'Te do it
can't stop won't stop
like a ford explorer without the brake fluid
spinnin out on firestones with the shake to it
leavin all the passenger with scrap bruises
My rap niggas take to it me and Pooh sick of eatin noodles
this year we fitten to add a steak to it
and wil' out with our hands in the air now
and smack these funny niggas givin us the stare down
and get up on those fly honeys with their hair down
lookin like the sweetest candy apples at the fairgrounds
and this just the way we do this
so if you wanna hear some new shit whatcha gotta do is
[Chorus x3]
Get UP (Come on now)
Get Up (Come and)
Get Up (Uh Uh Uh)
This is the Get up (Whatchu waitin on)
"There's something about these hoes . . . "
They think they're better than I
battle states cause I'm a hell of a guy
shit's fly when I kick lines
the most improved when I kick rhymes
not in the prime but ahead of my time
staying sublime to the limelight
yall maggots hagged and don't rhyme right
from being exposed to light
nocturnal cause you chose this life
you fucked up cause you chose the pipe
warning the trucks that Pooh bout to go yard
I'm a couple past Bonds when i face your squad
First smith specialist nobody get the best of us
Pooh and 'Te tag team like we wrestlers
and maintain under pressure bro
on and on and etcera
makin sure the compitition never get ahead of us
and it's so ill the way we do this
so if you waitin for some new shit whatcha gotta do is
[Chorus]
[Intro: repeat]
"Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Just can't go away"
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Yeah, uh and just like that
We back again, uh - Little Brother
Yeah
Mic, predator, eat any competitor
Had to double back cause I been way ahead of the
Curve that they settin up, nerve they forgettin-uh
Heard that we ushered in, heard we was sufferin
NO - Poobie's recoverin, just a little bufferin
Took a little Bufferin, now I'm back tougher than
Can't get enough of them, no we don't follow trends
Threw me in the deep end to find out that I can swim
I take my time to configure each rhyme
One line at a time to show you I'm that G'REAL
Pound for pound, nigga skill for skill
Ain't nobody fuckin with me, I bet my deal, chill
Chumps is "mad, " while folks is "Glad"
Just to know I got it Ziploc'd up in the bag
Just to know I got 'er out hard up in the ave
It's Little Brother, trust you don't want no problems with THAT!
[Chorus:]
"Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Just can't go away"
[Pooh: overlaps]
Hah, I told y'all man, the jab is mean
The hook is nice, the uppercut is sweet
I'm in the best shape of my career
Yeah, let's, GO!
[Phonte:]
Uh, aiyyo they thought that I would lose it
Thought that I would do wrong
My third time around, they say, "He should find a new charm"
But Tay's unaffected, he's chillin sippin ooh-Long Tea
Doin me, been too strong for too long
On that Mary J. shit, they sayin he should "Move On"
Cain't cut the mustard, cain't slice the Poupon
Sheeit! Cut it out, like a coupon
Tay is the truth, I'm "Livin' Proof" like the Group Home
Ain't another team gettin live enough, arms ain't wide enough
To make the party people jump off the wall
My rhymes for real niggaz, cause that's who feel niggaz
My words, heal niggaz like it's altar call
And it's time for me to slay these fakes
They could try to remove but they could never replace
Start tithing dawg, hit that collection plate
Fo' Reverend Tiggallo Dollar, Bishop Tay D. Jakes
Niggaz made the mistake of thinkin we couldn't bounce back
Thought that we would bounce back, to Carolina cause we couldn't handle ours
You never heard no nigga spit no bad raps
So why y'all think a bad lap would stop my marathon
I can't believe they believe I would leave
Like a teabag, lookin in my face like He-Man
Well your assumptions are kinda out of place
And slightly off-base/off base like a nigga leavin rehab
I would never stop, never quit, never falter
Never bend, never break, never change, never alter my
Style - so fly, it's testament to my
Perfection, let us have a "B" selection from the choir - CHU'CH!
[choir sings the chorus replacing the sample]
C'mon
[DJ Flash cuts and scratches:]
"I'm kinda fly with it"
[Mos Def:] "Black Dante, Mr. Phonte, cold perfection"
"I'm kinda fly with it"
"The NEW Geto Boys, yo "We Can't Be Stopped""
"I'm kinda fly with it"
[Big Daddy Kane:] "We can take it from NY to NC"
"I'm kinda fly with it"
"Who you came to see and who you came to rock for"
[church organ plays]
"kinda fly with it, I was bless with the talent to rhyme"
{slowed down} "and MUTHAFUCKAS I'm a DIE WIT IT... "
[music stops]
I want you to know that you buyin classic material
I went from niggaz tellin' me I really shouldn't rhyme
To droppin' a classic album muhfuckers couldn't find
Took my respect, took lessons and took the time
And if you want a success story, just take a look at mine
I was blessed with the right components, so precise
'Cause I write so tight within the moment
And spit like my life depended on it, I target you herbs
On some teleprompter shit, I got you watching your words
Tay rhymes are real life, yours are so 'For instance'
Taxin' these niggaz like no dependents
12 bar courtroom drama with no co-defendants
Don't beat it off, come to your senses, you know, nigga
Hard rock, my block is where you better be from
Top of the line, my team will never settle for crumbs
And he's hated, but still rated 2nd to none
I'm everything you wanna be but have yet to become
It all started back in '99 when time was hard
North Carolina Central but we called it the yard
'Cause niggaz wasn't trying to study abroad
They was trynna study a broad or two ir three up in the dorms
Met my nigga Chaundon and I started to ponder
"Fuck this, I'mma quit the football team tomorrow"
Did shows around town and word got around that battling Tay
Was like yelling 'spic' in Tijuana
Build my rep up, that's when Pooh and 9th stepped up
9th was old school, Pooh was young and playing catch-up
Cool, 'cause he could still rock an instrumental
Our first joints, yeah they was wack
But niggaz could hear potential in 'em
Honing our skills for survival, hustling
Our flyers passed out like mamma at revival
The real deal on how I repped my peeps
You ain't goin' find this in no press release
Hard rock, my block is where you better be from
Top of the line, my team will never settle for crumbs
And he's hated, but still rated 2nd to none
I'm everything you wanna be but have yet to become
And he's shook
That's what your team is telling me, son
Still hated, but still rated 2nd to none
And Greensboro 'cause that's the only 'boro I'm from
[Intro:]
Uhh, yeah, love
You know we always, we always talkin 'bout love
We always thinkin 'bout it y'know
I'm in love, I want love, I need love, whatever
But like sometimes I wonder
With all the hurt and pain that people that supposedly love you put you through
Is that really love?
[Phonte:]
We would go to each other's houses, sleep on the flo'
Crash on each other's couches, work like kings and
Eat like paupers, now my heart palpitates
Just thinkin 'bout all the stress that came up out this
Started out hard, goin for the long haul
Put all of the bullshit and hoes on pause
Shit got major we, stacked a little paper now
Couple years later can't get a phone call
Hold up~! Big fish in a little pond
Swimmin 'round town, thinkin like we already stars
And they say that money change you, but money don't change you
It just make you more of what you already are
Hope our kids do better than we
Hope he and she learn to stick together when the times get ugly
I've been misconstrued, lied to and abused
But my fam still swear that they love me man
[Chorus:]
If this is love, I don't wanna see hate
If this is real, I don't wanna see fake - I'm sayin
Cause I don't know how much more I can take
I know that, all of y'all can relate - I'm sayin
Uhh, if this is love, I don't wanna see hate
If this is real, I don't wanna see fake
You know that ain't love love, that ain't love love
That ain't love love, that ain't love love
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
You were the, right hand, my man 50 Grand
Us gettin dollars was all part of the plan
A few years back we cut ties, you understand
It was all business, nuttin person-al
And you vowed to come back a different person now
We are back on track, and time heals wounds
Nothin showed me you came back too soon
Yeah, once again you and I to the tune
We brought you on tour, put money in your fist
You fucked up plenty and got slapped on the wrist
That's it! And everytime the brothers grand mack
The topic would arise about you bein kept
The Lord says forgive I will never forget
Shoulda picked up the phone when the times got ugly
I've been misconstrued, lied to and abused
But my fam still swear that they love me man
Aww sheeit~!
[Chorus]
[Jozeemo:]
"I'm a ride for my niggaz", I figure that's what they all say
It's foul play when cuttin throats is your forte
Do it how you wanna be done, that's what the Lord say
Daps and hugs, but turn your back and get the swordplay
I'm sure you say I got it all wrong, it ain't like that
I sent you all them letters, guess it's better you ain't write back
Despite the fact you told me plenty tears you had to fight back
All lies, surprise, I ain't diss you with no spite track
I know you'd probably like that, but never will I hit your level
You gon' dig your own grave, focus when you grip the shovel
I should be pissed as ever, but I'm the bigger brother
So I'm a keep it movin while you get your shit together
Our bonds was severed, but all you had to say was fuck me
I smelled your bullshit, consider me lucky
I've been misconstrued, lied to and abused
But my fam still swear that they love me - ain't that a bitch!
[Chorus]
[Intro: Phonte]
And we do it like this, y'all
All day, everytime don't miss y'all
It's Little Brother, Phonte don't quit y'all
It's Big Pooh, 9th Wonder on the shit y'all (LB, baby)
It's like this, it's like that, keep it goin on (you know we back)
It's like this, it's like that, keep it goin on
(... tension on y'all niggaz)
(f'real) What you think this shit is, man?
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I'm ready to fight, every last hatin-ass, fakin-ass
Blantant-ass stoytellin pussy magellan
(NO!) You ain't know, I came ready to scrap
I'm a chill-ass nigga 'til you push me black (aight?)(OHH!)
Yeah, that's my nigga there, he got my back
We ride that bitch until the wheels fall off, and the rims gon crack
A-matter of fact, we back on attack
Tay and Pooh rock mics, niggy-9th on the track
The League is here, please beware
We were hungry for a while muh'fuckers, we gon eat this year
(YEAH!) I'm ready to do it, I'm ready for whatever
No matter the weather - rain, sleet, snow, hail, or sunshine
And I'm a get mine, and I'm get right
I don't care what you crab critics write
Despite the fact LB still fat to death
The last ones left STAY holdin your breath, nigga!
[Chorus 1: x2]
Yo, without a doubt, tun it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin tension in the air, yo
But I ain't goin nowhere, we right muh'fuckin here, yo
[Phonte:]
Check it out, yo Phonte the rap patter familias
Man of constant sorrow that's in the booth killin you niggaz with
A highly flammable style that's burnin your villages
And got everybody runnin cause they see just how real it is
Cause that's what it takes to get through
And all of you faggotty niggaz who fronted, no we won't forget you
Who tried to fuck around with our sound credentials
But now, when we come around, you sound pre-minstrel
I'll bring it to you live when it's time to
But I got bigger things on my mind and I know we gon shine thru
You creepin and I know where to find you
I copped the 12-inch, how you let your instrumental out-rhyme you, nigga?
My whole team come through like the task force
Makin niggaz sit down is all we can stand for
You fake fifteen-and-a-half-bar rap stars
Take ya caps off, LB bout to blast off, what?
[Chorus 2:]
Yo, without a doubt, tun it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin tension in the air, yo
But we ain't goin nowhere, we right muh'fuckin here, yo
Yo, without a doubt, tun it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin tension in the air, yo
But we ain't runnin nowhere, we right muh'fuckin here, yo
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Aiyyo, I'm Gon Git You Sucka, every hero needs
Some theme music, and this is mine
You feelin danger, then press rewind
I press and Clydesdale wack MCs', God rich with the rhyme
[Phonte:]
Let's hit the pedal yo and let's burn out
I see the bitch in some of y'all heels and ya press-perm out (okay)
I'm hungry like the Wolf of London for a fresh turn-out
That goes out, to each and every last ONE of y'all fag-niggaz
Been tryin to get on for years, now you mad with us
Wanna-be MCs', but better off ad-libbers (uh){both} I jab niggaz...
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
... who claim they rode with mad killas
I got your album, every joint sound like bad fillers
We constantly spinnin, like a set of perrellis
We retro-fitted like a chick rockin jellies (uh)
It's all from the soul to my belly
You better pick up your celly and let the world know Big Pooh is BACK (nigga, OH!)
[Chorus 1]
[1/2 Chorus 2: w/ ad-lbis]
We doin this for y'all yo...
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Ain't no way y'all could stop me
Even if you made a carbon copy, I'd out-rhyme myself
Put your wack shit back on the shelf and push back the release
You now dealing with an untamed beast
I'm on the rise like an oven of yeast
Been rocking these streets since Culture Club had album released
In the States, around here money we play for big cakes
And Betty Crocker ain't got nothin on that
Nothin on DAT, nothin on wax, plenty to play
Plenty to say, exclusive, come check this new shit
A blue chip but still looking for a scholarship
Better get him now cause he's promising
That's alright do', y'all ain't gotta fuck with me
Give me some months and you stuck with me
Y'all monkey'd out, I'm in your life just funkin around
Thumpin around, pumpin my sound, now dream on this here
[Hook: Rapper Big Pooh]
Y'all niggas ain't really tryna take it there
You talkin big but you ain't tryna take it there
Your house, your car, the mall, nigga I don't care
J-League niggas bout to bring it anywhere
Yo-Yo! Y'all niggas ain't tryna take it there
You talkin big but you ain't tryna take it there
Your house, your car, the mall, nigga I don't care
J-League niggas bout to bring it anywhere
[Phonte:]
Man, I was chillin at the mall on a Saturday
Me and my girl and my son at the matinee
The album just dropped so people start to gravitate
Approached by five niggas dressed like Little Fabulae
Doo rags and Yankee caps on, this kind of sad to say
I showed 'em love, ain't no need for getting mad today
Thanks for supporting us dog, that's all I had to say
"Man, that nigga 'Te cain't rhyme" Man, nigga no the fuck you didn't!
Goddamn it we gon' settle the beef!
Niggas heard me singing hooks on The Listening, y'all thought it was sweet
In my face rhyming, tryna redeem somethin
Claiming you from up north like that's really supposed to mean somethin
This rap shit I take serious
I ain't the nicest cat in NC, bitch I'm the nicest nigga period
That's how them lames got dropped
Had all them Chinese bitches clapping for me at the Flaming Wok
[Hook: Phonte]
Y'all niggas ain't really tryna take it there
You're talkin big but you ain't tryna take it there
Your house, your car, the mall, nigga I don't care
It's J-League, yo we bring it to you anywhere
Y'all motherfuckers ain't really tryna take it there
You're talkin big but you ain't tryna take it there
Basketball practice player meeting, I don't care
Little Brother, yo we bring it y'all anywhere
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Don't take my speech for granted
Them jaded eyes will get you topped off
A hard knock off, you see this block of
Down South niggas, yeah we get our rocks off
[Phonte:]
Just to show y'all niggas that we not soft
Bring the hot sauce dog, this hella proper
Niggas heard Peedi one time
Now everybody think we wave our shirts like helicopters
But I ain't hating though, ain't nothin wrong with that
Bringin it live giving y'all a little more than that
[Hook: Phonte]
Ay yo-yo, y'all ain't really tryna take it there
You're talkin big but you ain't tryna take it there
Your house, your car, the mall, nigga I don't care
It's J-League, yo we bring it to you anywhere
Y'all motherfuckers ain't really tryna take it there
You're talkin big but you ain't tryna take it there
Your house, the car, the mall, nigga I don't care
It's Little Brother, yo we give it you anywhere
[Intro: Tone Trezure]
All I can say isssss...
[Phonte:]
We all got our demons (Ohh, ohhh, OHH, OHH-ohh, ohh)
Forgive me... uh! Let's go!
[Chorus: Tone Trezure]
I can't get you out of my system - Nooo, nooo, noooo (Turn it up!)
Wait a minute, stop and listen - I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby (Mr. Porter! Let's go!)
Was the lovin good last night? - Ba-BAAAAY, tell me (For my niggaz in the D!)
I gotta have ya here tonight - All I can say is ohhhh! (We bout to take it to em, oh!)
I can't get you out of my system - NOOOOO, don't go away (Let's hit it deep in the heart)
Wait a minute, stop and listen - I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby (Let's really get to the dirt, LOUDER!)
Was the lovin good last night? - Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta (The real, UH!)
I gotta have ya here tonight - tonight, yeah yeah (Yeah)
[Phonte:]
UH! - She thinks it's all in her jeans
But it ain't her, it's just all in my genes
Lookin at my fam now I see just what it means
Mom don't like kids but Pop like makin 'em
So myself now, I better understand
A nigga don't smoke or don't drink but
Grandma used to said, "You gon' do SOMETHIN to smell like man"
So I try to fight temptation but the shit gets harder
She moves in closer and the dick gets harder
I try to fight the feelin cause she's, so appealin
But these hoes take to me like a fish to water
It's shouldn't be that hard, thought I'd change
But my mind is like, "You ain't came that far"
Huh, it's like Adam walkin out on Eve
Only to see the appletree is fillin his backyard
It feels wrong, but so right
And it's not fair, my dear, but that's life
The life I'm livin
It seem like the devil took a piss in my gene pool
Me? Family man? - Who the fuck am I kiddin?
I look into the eyes of my seeds
Hopin they grow up to be much better than me
I can't keep livin under these sick guidelines
Lord, please help me keep walkin the fine line
Until I can find mine, uh!
[Chorus: Tone Trezure]
I can't get you out of my system - NOOOOO, don't go away
Wait a minute, stop and listen - cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby
Was the lovin good last night? - Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta
I gotta have ya here tonight - tonight, yeah yeah
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I've been at work all day, boss in the back
Gettin fat, take that, I'm at minimal pay
I'm a sucker to the clock, when I get home
I'm a suck unto the bottle of Patron out the box
Remy on the rocks, gon' try to take me
To go to the "Doctor, " I need "Detox"
No Peace Scnapps, nigga I'm a man
Flip Merriot with the shots, think I'm three down
Since I ain't sure I ordered another round
Pooh an alcoholic, how that sound?
Found peace in the spirits, ma tried to tell me
"Slow down" plenty times, but I just didn't hear it
So I fifth geared it, reared it's ugly head
Man FUCK, I was so misled
How you gon tell the world that it got you scared?
You supposed to be the man, can't bring home bread
Make it 5:15, families don't get fed
Livin check by check, never gettin ahead
That's life, makin it hard to come home
So I'm at the bar where the stool's my throne - it's ON!
[Chorus: Tone Trezure w/ Phonte]
I can't get you out of my system - NOOOOO, don't go away
Wait a minute, stop and listen - cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby
Was the lovin good last night? - Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta
I gotta have ya here tonight - tonight, yeah yeah
Imagine, if this was the last rhyme I ever wrote
The last words that I ever spoke, no
I'm a keep servin' them
'Cause it's somebody out there that never even heard of him
Or the songs I be murdering
Now it's a whole herd of men that follow in his footstep
I did it all to get a rep and it worked out
Now my sisters kirk out when they hear me on the radio
Here we go with the steady flow
I'm the best since sliced bread but you already know
How it goes when, me and Te be composing
Over instrumentals 9th holding
We not hot niggaz scolding, I told men
But it's only now you want to listen
So get close, please pay attention
Here's a few things I'd like to mention
The B, the I, the G, the P, the O, the O, the H
The is none greater
The L, the B, the J, the L
Is here forever money so see me later
Stash away plenty sheets of paper
The shit is perfected and we hit the majors
See, I said you niggaz couldn't cage us
Them mere feeble attempts was outrageous
It aint a party 'til we hit the stages
Rapper Pooh signing off, see you in the funny papers
Ha, you can bet your life on it, you gon' see me, man, come on
Rock, rock and you don't
Freak, freak and you don't
To the beat and you don't
It's unique and you don't
You think I will but I won't stop
They think I will but I won't stop
Rock, rock and you don't
Freak, freak and you don't
To the beat and you don't
It's unique and you don't
Big Pooh and he don't stop
And 9th Wonder he don't stop
Even though, most of our albums are poorly promoted
And all the magazines probably won't even quote it
J League never running or folding
We got tight to steal y'all spotlight and y'all won't even know it
One time for Big Pooh 'cause he quit eating steak
And two times for 9th Wonder 'cause he setting it straight
And 3 times to that hoe from the 8-1-4
That moved in, got kicked out and caught on tape
Just a little bit of time is all that we granted on this planet
For us to get our little bit of shines
If y'all want to get a line, then talk to Big Dho
'Cause ain't shit free but the spirit of my rhymes
I hear it all the time, LB ain't on the same shit
So innovative you're the next best things, since, whateva
I just laugh wit it 'cause today's fan is tomorrow's rap critic
One day they giving you the thumbs up the next
They telling 9th to go on switch his drums up the best
Is what they expect, but why they won't let the music
Just be what it is is anybody's guess, so ah
If y'all feeling this y'all ain't gotta analyze it
This shit is dope so we ain't changin' up
Makin' money and our parents ain't ashamed of us
And when I think about that I can't complain as much, so let it rock
Raleigh gotta
Durham gotta
Chapel Hill gotta
Greensboro gotta
High Point gotta
Got a zone
It's for all y'all man
Check it out
Rock, rock and you don't
Freak, freak and you don't
It's unique and you don't
To the beat and you don't
Think I will but I won't stop
Think I will but I won't stop
Rock, rock and you don't
Freak, freak and you don't
To the beat and you don't
It's unique and you don't
Think I will but I won't stop
They think I will but I won't stop
Phonte is the sho shot
Big Pooh and you don't stop
9th Wonder got the beat the sho' shot
LB is on the beat and you don't stop
Rock, rock to the
Freak, freak to the
Girl [echoes]
[Dion:] You make me step my game up!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Shit, cause women come, women go
Until we all mature we ain't really tryin to grow
With the girl we seein we ain't really tryin though
Try and beat it up fast on the living room flo'
Got a little older, had to spend a little dough
Kept somethin in the pocket just in case I had to show
Shorties how I did it when I took 'em to the sto'
Took a few to the mo', lot'll vouch for that
Nigga bounce to the fact things I did was dumb
I account all of that to bein young
Got a little age, got some understandin
The older women get the more concerned with companionn-ship
It took me a while to get to this point
I don't expect all of y'all to understand this shit
Read between the bass snares and kick
Everybody gettin judged by who they standin with, f'real
[Chorus: Dion]
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up yeah step my game up
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up yeah, my game up
You make me step my game up...
[Phonte:]
She said we should go out on a date
I said that's cool you can come to my house
She said nigga please~! Do better than that
Why the fuck I wanna come over and chill on yo' couch?
I laughed cause it seemed she had me all figured out
And my game ain't work like it did befo'
Dem are days long gone, cause once they get grown
These hoes ain't impressed by Applebees no mo'
Gotta dig a little deeper for that PF change, for PF Chang's
And if you can't afford it
You can still do thangs to show you ain't on no dumb shit
Take her to a gallery, museum or some shit
Thank God for you and all the crew that you run with
Givin new meaning to the blind date
You so offi-shall, but a nigga can't attract Crist-al
With a Boone's Farm mindstate, knahmsayin?
[Chorus]
[Dion:]
The game up, step my game up, yeah step my game up
You make me step my game up, yeah game up
Step my game up, yeah, my game up
You make me step my game up
[Outro:]
Uhh, ay listen baby
(You make a nigga wanna go to the store and get some wine for you)
'Member when you got your first apartment, you used to have chicks over
What was the #1 line you used to always use
When you wanted to get 'em naked?
(Baby do you want a massage?)
[Big Pooh]
I should've done things right lookin' back
But 20/20 eyesight, can't change the facts
Too much pride, pro'lly broke the back
Of the camel, not the haystacks
We was so right together, up on the phone late night
Just talking about whatever, yeah that's what couples do
We was together before it was official
Picnics, restaurants, movies, I'm missing you
It hurts my heart so much
Going these days without your touch
Not seeing you smile
Us breaking up, damn that shit was wild
Going back in time, I'd change a few things now
'Cuz you was more important than trips to the mall
I could've passed on shootin' ball, for a day or two
So instead you chose to pass on me
Since that day, Pooh has been free, until you come back...
[Chorus]
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
[Phonte]
Ayo, I think back to the days when I first was pursuing you
It's funny what distance can do to you
It make a nigga reminisce more than usual
Back to the times when we were innocent
When we was young, carefree, with crazy benefits
Cutting classes, skipping work, but didn't give a shit
I miss those simple days in a sense
Waking up next to you made all my mornings more intimate
Watching you sleep and breathe in and out
Holding you close, relieved any doubts
When all my dreams started withering
Inside myself I was livin' it
Selfishness sparked and not being half the man that I should've been
I'm sorry if I ever felt like a waste of time
But now I'm thinking from a longer term, state of mind
Tell me your dreams love, I'll make 'em mine
Yo, I ain't frontin' girl, it's you I'll always stand behind
You take me up...
[Chorus]
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
[Big Pooh]
It's been some months, but we back to speaking
"How you doing?" "How you been?"
"You look good." "So do you."
So what's up this weekend?
Let's hit the town say for old time's sake
I'll come get you girl, I won't be late
So watch you gonna do?
[Phonte]
Yo, don't be late tonight, I ain't even tryin' to hate tonight
Fuck watching T.V. we goin' on a date tonight
Dancin' in Japanese steak tonight
So won't change into that outfit I bought you
You know the one you got when you thought I ignored you
Doing that sexy little salsa move I taught you
Don't ever say that I've never did nothing for you
I know how relationships can bore you
[Big Pooh]
Or you can choose to chill from the night life
Kick back, it's sky blue tonight, me and you no moves tonight
[Phonte]
It's on you baby choose the night
You think I'm just trying to write songs?
With my words, I'm trying to right wrongs
Build a relationship that's like stone
Eighty years old ?a care of wince? holdin' hands on the cyclone
With a career that is life-long
Showin' you love with my mics on, take me up baby
[Chorus]
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
Starship baby that's what you are
You are... my life... my love...
(Come take me up tonight)
[Intro: Phonte]
This life have a nigga hustling man
Niggas need to slow it down yo
Sit back just chill just relax
Speeding down the roads of life
Yo check it
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Another day to face, I'm share cropping in the paper chase
Take a deep breath and clear my database
It's afternoon I'm talking shit to my alarm clock
Cause I gotta face this world of capitalistic onslaught
Don't stop when I jump in the whip, tryin to get it off
Beltline got me rushin like Barichnakof
Pushin 80 miles per hour to this, call center
Tryin to pick up a check I only see twenty percent a
Until the weekend, it sound crazy when I'm sayin it
But sleep is nice, got me forgettin what day it is
Until my son two days with out speakin, looking for
Reasons to keep my heir from goin off the deep end
I take this shit personally, I'm makin moves
But this treadmill lifestyle ain't workin for me
It's from ya crib to ya lab to ya job to make a profit
And at the days end you still got nothing accomplished
And it's just the way it's goin down, but on the real
I think I need to slow it down and slow it down
[Chorus]
This joint is goin too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
This really movin too fast for me
Just too fast for me and you
[Verse 2: Big Pooh & Phonte]
[Big Pooh]
I try to slow it down like Brand Nubian
But hypnotic tunes like this always do me in
Got a nigga about to go and burn the road again
From first gear to fifth gear out of control again
[Phonte]
And that's the way we rolling in, needed to chill
And take a rest stop cause my job got me slaving like
I'm Dred Scott, take a break nah nigga you betta not
Cause that's when the respect stops energy drain
I need a blast like Hi-Tek got so I can grab
The mic and make you're heads bop with the microphone check
One two it don't stop, out of town on a quick
Escape hoping to have a chance to slow it up and hit the breaks
And slow it down
[Chorus]
This joint is goin too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
This really movin too fast for me
Just too fast for me and you
[Verse 3: Big Pooh & Phonte]
[Big Pooh]
I let me life shine in between these papers lines
I write rhymes to incite minds
Spending time on this pipeline, eighty-five
North it's like mine, going eighty five to light minds
Going ninety five to take time
Spending days in the rays of the sunshine
Many days those same rays went undefined
Now forty east is where I go to have my best times
Three lanes going sixty to perfect rhymes
Tre dose and master craft catch punch lines
We turning early morning late night times
Amtrack Monday morning to come back rides
Catch a couch on the weekend, a place I rarely did sleep in
Tay (Phonte) car speaker knobs is tweakin
Cause the way we be rockin it when joints is finished
At the speed we be moving we could never be diminished
[Phonte]
With my energy replenished write a rhyme with puns and
All my similes intended speed out until I finish
Keep it on now
We keep it, and keep it, and keep it on now
And keep it, and keep it, we keep it on now
We run it, we do it, we keep it on now
We do it, we did it, we keep it on now
We don't stop
[Chorus x2]
This joint is goin too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
This really movin too fast for me
Just too fast for me and you
This joint is goin too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
Just too fast for me
This really movin too fast for me
[Phonte:]
Sliding through the city, caught shining, music real loud
Seat way back, laid back with the windows rolled down
Ohhh, everybody's talking
Eyes on me, they can't stop watching
I'm so cold, I'm so co-oh-old
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I feel tremendous, splendid even
You can put it in the air, homey I ain't leaving
Didn't major run but them hoes were teasing
So I'm back to doing me, yo finally breathing
Shooting out loads while you niggas are skeeting
Had a moment of clarity while you still geeking
Kicked down the door, ain't no need to peek in
I'm a bold muh'fucker, got both of my feet in
People got a pension for seeding
Just make sure I'm slided at the top when the brackets is out
Cause Poobie make tears appear from the fear
I steer in my peers when they hear me shout
I'm a man, never see me pout
Eighty-eight never see my route, till I scored again
Most niggas live life in a fantasy world
Deep rooted in reality, no time to pretend nigga!
[Chorus: Phonte]
We love to party, love to ball we
Love to floss with no shame
We act a fool, we rock the jewels
Got people calling our names
So plain to see, I can't believe
You ever thought that I'd change (let 'em know how I'm living)
So cold, bout twenty below
So cold, bout twenty below
Heeey
[Phonte:]
Yo, I promise you don't want no part of this mayne
You a slave, still a part of the chain
And Phonte is a part of the change
And to my whores galore, I thank you for your support like ballers and chains
I go past the pulpit, and triple 5 past your bullshit
Just to get to the heart of it and
I get deep in your cartilage, all y'all singing
My ball swinging like Christmas ornaments mayne
I'm a keep on keep on at the dime of a drop
And your time on the top, but he won't be long
When I spit that hardness niggas all testify
That Phonte's a rhyme phe-no-me-non
I hail from the city of the martyrs
Greensboro, spit thoro for the robbers and the bloggers
And even for the fathers listening with their kids
Like "'Te and Chaundon, hot damn they got a problem", for real!
[Chorus: Phonte]
[Chaundon:]
Uh Chaundilla, none iller than I
And the Replacement Killer, my nigga who gon' try?
So cold, you should all come thank me
If the flow was a rock form I could probably sell it to Franky
Uh, "inhale... " you can all breathe easy
Bring it to your chest, now you all +Lil Weezy+ (yeaah)
I'm so naughty, surrounded by fake tits
It's like I'm at a Tupperware party
Currently the PC type, hauling my pink toe
Need to meet the hoes, yeah we fucking tonight
Yeah I act a fool but this is still the curriculum flow
To take you wack niggas back to school
If you ain't pay your dues I'm coming through with the invisible bully
You Arnold Jackson niggas scared of "The Gooch"
Really scared of the truth, they came prepared with a noose
They'd rather kill themselves than be compared to me in the booth
[piano for 22 seconds before static breaks in]
Are we back on? Let's go
(One, two, three, four!)
Yo, yo, back in it, back in it
"The one thing that, the black audience realized, is when the tower fell
There were some changes. There was a change in societies, where where
All of a sudden they went from being, somewhat of the people still having a say
To now it's, whatever the masses do. So there's not even really a choice
That a black audience is being given."
[Rapper Big Pooh]
They talk about us, not usin the word nigga
I wanna speak about a couple issues much bigger
Like most black folks live below the poverty line
And they wonder why the FUCK we attracted to crime
Got niggaz shootin niggaz at the drop of a dime
Babies in the street die way before they time
Many single parent mothers packin welfare lines
And niggaz bein donors, the apocalypse is on us
Niggaz take owners, that's all I ever asked
And got pegged as a hater, man they tryin to take niggaz
Out with the fader, started with three
Down to two-six later, back independent
Cause to kids I wouldn't cater
Go against the system you in bed with Al'Qaeda
Dog they not playin
Look here, they goin to war with more than rap
This our muh'fuckin lives now it's time to fight back
[Chorus: Carlitta Durand]
They're coming closer for you
They're gonna get you while you sleep, watch out!
Don't sleep, beware
They're coming closer for you
And they won't stop 'til you delete, watch out!
Don't sleep, beware
[Phonte:]
Yes sir, one time, uhh, uhh, yo
I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal
Felt sick to the stomach, almost lost his meal
Lost friends from way back, and on top of all that
They tryin to blame this rap shit for all of our ills
Like I can stick you up with a mic
Like I can rape you with a verse or use a verb as a knife
Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright
Like y'all wasn't callin black women hoes befo' "Rappers Delight"
Sheeeit~! That's just idiot talk, this whole shit is a farce
I refuse to be hip-hop's pallbearer
Had to tell me son cut that bullshit off
Them ain't videos nigga, that's psychological warfare
Too many different variations of the same face
Designed to keep yo' broke ass in the same place
Somethin else more yo it gots to be for
I'm a end transmission cause they watchin me
I know they watchin me
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah, do not attempt to adjust your station
There is nothing wrong, for we have takin over
Come to give y'all the truth
Phonte, Big Pooh, Illmind on the beat
It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo
YEAH~!
[Intro: Phonte]
Lord forgive us
We all look for guidance
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage, to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
[Phonte]
I'm a nasty, filthy, disgusting, arrogant
Cocky son of a you know, the word be traveling
And my thoughts unravel when I stopped and got near to ya
And checked out your posterior, oh lord it's
So gorgeous, so fine, so thorough
Body like a goddess, it's out of this world
Not a sex therapist looking for inner peace
I'ma sex terrorist hitting your Middle East
And I know my sins won't get me to the promised land
And for eternal life my chances ain't promising
But I'm gonna find a way to shake these sinner heathens
And take these inner demons out my life, I promise man
[Hook: Pooh & Phonte]
God delivers, God forgive us
We all hustlers and thieves, we all sinners
We all wandering men with lost spirits
We all praying to heaven, can y'all hear us?
God delivers, God forgive us
We all wandering men with lost spirits
We all crazy deranged and off-center
We all guilty of lust, we all sinners
[Pooh]
Got the perfect scheme, got the perfect team
Got the perfect way where we can come up on cream
Talking 'bout more money than you ever seen
Talking 'bout enough money so you can live your dreams
Got the perfect time, got the perfect date
Got the perfect place, got the perfect weight
Gotta slow it down, gotta catch my breath
Gotta keep us on track 'fore we track a mess
Got this lady upstairs in my busy-ness
Gotta keep her upstairs causing me stress
Gotta keep order, maintain the cover
Gotta keep these dudes apart 'fore they kill each other
He gotta keep his job, he had to tell his wife
I'd be surprised if time come man we get it right
The time's here, everybody in they places right?
Time to go to work, let's have a great night
[Hook]
[Pooh]
So when my time come please remember
That I'm still just a man, just a lowly sinner
Who's repenting right now God I hope you remember
Please open up your gates allow me to enter
[Phonte]
I know my sins won't make me a better man
But now I'm hoping for a life in a better land
Where I can find a way to shake these sinner heathens
And take these inner demons out my life, forever man
[sample of Jerry Butler's "Whatever Goes Around"]
Whatever goes around, comes around
Every lifetime is a lesson, this is what I found
No matter who you are (It don't matter), gonna have your ups and downs
(Time to come up, baby, time to come up, it's whatever)
Whatever goes around, comes around
[Rapper Big Pooh - Verse One]
Uh, yo, uh...I walk, wit' a swag of a letterman
No amateur here, I'm a veteran
You couldn't find many more who is better than
Big Pooh when he rocking the mic
No games, no hype, just mind and skills
Pure determination and a heart full of will
My nigga Tiggalo held me down for real
But it's time now for me to ante up on the bills
'cause at the point when we signed our deal
I was three years young, now I'm five plus some
Write, to the beat of 9th's wonderful drum
Overhung by the snare and the bassline
It's face time, commentators they deface my -
place I pick up the pace, 'cause I belong here
Marathon man, outlastin the chariot
I got a bone to pick and 'bout to bury it
[Chorus]
This letter goes out to whoever want read it (whoever)
Please share it with the world 'cause I won't repeat it (I won't repeat it)
Believe me, I know who all need it
So for you, I wrote this letter (check it out)
I woke up, wit' an epiphany (Whaaat?)
It's like this feelin came over me (WHAAAT?!)
'cause right is where I'm 'posed to be
So for you, I wrote this letter
[Verse Two]
Uh, yo...I awoke wit' a lot on my chest
and every breath that I took wasn't gettin' any better, P
I swear, some niggaz wish they could replace me
No bullshittin, I watched the rumors chase me
'til it had me in the corner, (back down)
I mean, my back against the wall yo, I thought I was a goner
I let the pressure get the best of -
I let words make a mess of what's left of my pride but
I refuse to hide, behind the silence and smiles
It's been a while though, you hearin me now
Remember every foul comment that you motherfuckers spoke?
Well, I +Rakim+ niggaz now, +no joke+
This is no hoax, back to bench scrubs like Tremaine Foulks
Coast to coast, please put up a toast
For the most, slept on!
Better open your eyes 'fore yo' ass get crept on, surprise..
[Chorus]
This letter goes out to whoever will read it (whoever)
Please share it with the world 'cause I won't repeat it (I won't repeat it)
Believe me, I know who all need it
So for you, I wrote this letter (check it out)
I woke up, wit' an epiphany (Whaaat?)
It's like this feelin came over me (WHAAAT?!)
'cause right is where I'm 'posed to be
So for you, I wrote this letter (uh, yo)
[announcer]
"The Minstrel Show" is taped in front of a live studio audience
at Chop Shop Studios in Durham, North Carolina
Funding for "The Minstrel Show" is provided by the Atlantic Group
In association with ABB Records
Production design by Frank William Miller Jr
Executive producers: Lowest and Common Denominator
On behalf of everyone at the UBN Network
This is your announcer Pete Rosenburg saying thank you
[Phonte:]
Shake it, move it, sound like a star girl, you gleaming
Wigglin' now, turn it around, and let me see it
Now come a little closer this time so I could be
Exactly what you want me to be over this beat and
Rock you to the rhythm while we're dancing and shit
With your arms around my neck and my hands on your hip
In the club with the light shining and getting smoke in your clothes
Smelling like Newports and white diamonds
Of course I like rhyming
But also like grinding with a sexy young thing like you
That like finding the groove and down for the fuck of it
Losing yourself between the kick and the snare and the percussion is down
What a rush it is to watch you do your thing yo
Don't really freak on the spot, but that could change though
The way you move 'Te was made to love it
The elegance, class, and beauty of it
Now keep it going on and on and shake it for me
[Big Pooh:]
Pooh really not the dancing type
Trust chicks I know what they like
Give you the light on some Sean Paul shit
Put my hands on your hips, my fingers down your lips
Wipe the sweat from her brow, I know she loving this, feel me
A go-getter ma, so what's your best move?
Believe me, big niggas like to grind too
Remind you, agility about a 9-2
I slide through on the floor where I find you
She like fine too, open toe shoes
White dress, white blouse, fresh hair-do
Amaretto sour in the taste of sky blue
Euphoria the state that you're trying to get to
We both back together trying to become one
You tend to throw it back harder when your song on
"Oh that's my song there." Oh that's your song baby?
Keep on throwing it back and let's go crazy
[Phonte:]
Check it out, yo, it ain't no guest list or VIP
No need to sweat the next chick while they asking you to see ID
Amidst the giggling from the crowd, and haters sniveling at you
'Cause they liking the way your hips swiveling
Bounce in connection with mine, getting off beat, never that
Girl you look good in your spaghetti straps
Now let me spin you around, see where your head is at
Maybe later on, where your bed is at?
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Cold as the cold in the wintertime
Slow rhyme, when I rhyme, no beginner I'm
City walk when they said tryna make a dime
They don't ask for too much, just a little shine
A little time on the grind tryin get that gwop
Wasn't worth eight years for your first time pop
Now you back rehabilitated punching the clock
Old neighbourhood witnessin your man in the drop
Got the drop on that nigga, said he runnin the block
Graduated from the greens to servin up rock
So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan
On some ski mask shit but that's your man
I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front
And put a block on that other shit you want
But the streets keep callin your name
A nine to five slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame
So it's back to the game, round up a little gang
Set it up to stick your mayne but he stick you first, goodbye
[Hook:]
I've seen em rise, seen em fall
Seen em come, seen em go, seen em all
Seen stars with they name on the wall
Till the money get tight and the limelight stall
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
3AM in the backseat leanin
Thinkin bout all the things I seen man
[Phonte:]
Remember, before niggas was on the bandwagon
I fell asleep to the sound of hand cannons
Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
Late night, Spindle Street with my man Brendan
Fast-forward twelve years, now we grandstandin
Because I maintainin, without man tannin
And it made me an animal
But I need another quarter before the catalogue
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
But I'm too loud and too proud to tap dance for these crackers dog
So, won't be no Gregory Hyman
When Te get hostile he spit gospel like he in the whiners
And right now he into findin
A new platform for the rhymes that I arrange
And new ideas for the lines that I exchange
Cause I can't be a laughin stock homie, that'd be a cryin shame
All I need is six bars and an intro
Cause I relate to these beats like we was kinfolks
And the flow so fresh like lentils
And this is all real talk, that's for your info
Cause that's where I been yo, ho
[Hook]
[Phonte:]
3AM in the backseat leanin
Thinkin bout all the things I seen man
[AZ:]
Grindin, timin, motherfucker
Rep up, stepped up motherfucker
So quiet, coulda crept on the sucker
From behind and blew the breath out the buster
But instead held my head like a hustler
Parked up to get the sound of the muffler
Heard a clown buyed his pounds, bein fluffier
Tellin niggas outa town they be luckier
It get sad when the hood had enough of ya
Broke niggas buck at ya, poke you in ya jugular
But when you high you feel niggas can't fuck witcha
I'm surprised the nigga still had customers
Shut my eyes and inhaled my smoke
Tryna decide should I let him slide, but nope
He broke ties when he spoke his lies
Tellin spies that he hope I die so my reply is
To keep it real, I hope he can fly
Cause I'm a send him to them open skies
[Hook]
[AZ:]
3AM in the backseat leanin
Thinkin bout all the things I've seen man
[Verse 1: Truck North]
They say a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
In the home of the babblin' brooks and armed crooks
Cowardly hearts, just straight up cold shook
Where the money get took and hoes open like a book
Take a look to the center, uh
The opposite of love
Let them hot slugs go when it's live enough
A penny saved in a penny earned
How many dollars is it gon' take for a nigga just to learn?
If I had a dime for every time that I heard
"Nigga you nice."
The price would be absurd
But now served from the corner to the curb
You hear the cops comin', warn a/Warner nigga like Kurt
Hurt from the heart to the ash to the dirt
Automatic rounds cascade in short bursts
Then you hear cars skirt
Ease off the new turf
Strapped to the teeth he's out to do work
This where the boogieman lurks
Where things go bump in the night
Invade like di-sperse
The vampires out tryin' to quench a blood thirst
And man it's real bad but shit could be worse
The worse with no purpose, verses
Those who attend the masses in churches
Regularly
Who you kiddin'? You a felon to be
And yeah it's hell but it's heaven to me
I burn steadily
[Chorus:]
Out for revenge again
It's gettin' too tough to hold what's held in
It's gettin' to rough to just smile and grin
So I can't pretend
Naw, I can't pretend
I'm out for revenge
"Please come get me"
"My man"
"Payback"
[Verse 2: Big Pooh]
People take smiles for weakness
Like I ain't tryin' to run the race the Pre'ness
Like I ain't tryin' to taste the spoils the sweetness
Like I ain't really in it to win
I compete bitch
In the spirit of competition
I debut a limited edition
No comparison to war but I'm on a mission
I pledge allegiance, Poobie's rendition
And this is my transmission
Every now and then need a bang on the engine
Every now and then need a jump for precision
Was my decision to not speak tunes
Told you, "I'm the shit", I did not mean prunes
Come in second place your reward is a Zune
This is real spit, youngin', no cartoon
Real life shit, I'm familiar, I presume
Now, as I choose to resume
The butterfly effect, I emerge from cocoon
People say to me and not a moment too soon
[? ] I would have had even if that meant fumes
It's like a burner to a book
The block to a cook
Yeah, I'm cookin' up, this is not how it looks
Know a little bit, certain people get shook
Now niggas tryin' to read me like a book
[Chorus:]
Out for revenge again
It's gettin' too tough to hold what's held in
It's gettin' to rough to just smile and grin
So I can't pretend
Naw, I can't pretend
I'm out for revenge
"Please come get me"
"My man"
"Payback"
[Verse 3: Median]
Seven score, six years later
Still catchin' hell with the law, emancipated
Still slavin', I'll wages, shit's shaky
Make your own way, get a tax, get a cage for them
Who's raisin' them?
American made
Grow, gain, the American way
No shame
So sick of waiting
Hardly no patience
No break it is
Niggas start breakin' shit
[Phonte:]
Niggas start takin' shit
Don't care how many cameras be tapin' shit
Run it now nigga, we ain't tryin' to wait for shit
And you are sadly mistaken if
You think we ever gon' rest
If you ever think we never gon' step
To the A.M. with the A-R's so can settle the bet
No job, no crib, no life support
That's a last resort, nigga what the fuck you expect?
[Median:]
Kinda unexpected how I came ain't it?
So radiant
Cold Al Davis the player to go Raiders
No payment, no juice like Oshea spit it
Comin' for the loot from N.W.A. hits
[Phonte]
Comin' for your troops like snipers on some chase shit
H.O.J. shit is what we get down for
How we usually go
If opportunity don't knock at my do'
You best believe I gotta kick down yours
Give me some Get Back
[Chorus:]
Out for revenge again
It's gettin' too tough to hold what's held in
It's gettin' to rough to just smile and grin
So I can't pretend
Naw, I can't pretend
I'm out for revenge
"Please come get me"
"My man"
[Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh]
All my real niggas trying to make money
All them fake nigga trying to take money
Why them little girls wanna shake for they money
You don't want no problems with me, sonny, for real
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Eight years young, Now you back home
Trying to walk a path
The straight
The narrow
Shorties on the block still getting that gwop
But they ain't like you 'cause them niggas ain't narrow
One slip-up cost your past vacation
Spent in the hell that we call incarceration
Before you came out, tried to tell you all about
How this world done changed, I know it's frustrating
I plead for my brother to have patience
They set you up to failo, better know your situation
They first tactic, we call it probation
I don't believe in the rehabilitating
They still gotta keep an eye on you, hating
That's when they throw another at you called occupation
And damn, for a 2-time felon
The only thing you smelling is fries and beef
And here comes the Lord
You back to the street
'Cause $5.25 won't get you a car
And people like, homie, why the fuck is you working
You should be with your brother
'Cause that nigga's star
And that there's the furthest from the God-given truth
Thinking you entitled, 'bout to tie your own noose
Every house built one brick at a time
I build mine with these rhymes
You gotta find your own juice, bro
[Chorus]
[O-Dash:]
It's hard not knowing where your meal's coming from
Your ribs get to touching
Them thangs get to busting
Scabs start pussing
Adrenaline start rushing
See your belly full, wolves get to lunching
Call myself putting all my faith in Christ
I just preserve my demons, put my faith in ice
Calculated the price, of sacrifices I made
Now I'm in the shade, seeing how the game is played
Cause kids learn at young age
They gonna either strip, move a brick
Or end up on the front page
It's like one way in, no way out
The hood is sponge
Niggas fear squeezing 'em out
Got stacks in the floor, a li'l work in the couch
Laid off, plus your girl got one in the pouch
Trying to live a good life, but this money is dirty
The way we living, bro, we ain't gonna make it to thirty
[Phonte:]
Just to let niggas know, what time it is
Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder
Little Brother, never be another
For the real y'all haha
Check it, like this baby
Now that finally we done reached a settlement
I rhyme at the crime scene and purposefully leave the evidence
The honourable, least benevolent
It's 'Te spitting game like a ref with a speech impediment
Whether they radical screamin "Impeach the President"
Or a senator caught in Middle East embezzlement
I never ease the elegance, Phonte - he's the delegate
Sent to tell all your peeps they delicate
For fuckin with a pro, steppin out of your element
I came to spit truth cause y'all need it
Natural, man of all seasons, used to have a fetish for weed
Women and breaks and I like them all seedless
Now I'm laid back in the spots that y'all frequent
Embarressin niggas that y'all used to call leaders
Won't stop till our shit bangs in all speakers
The word of this brother - y'all heed it
[Hook: Phonte]
Now we on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
The shinin light lookin for a better day y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
We makin moves, ain't there no time to play y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
The shinin light lookin for a better day y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
It's 9th Wonder, Big Pooh and Phonte y'all
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Hip Hop's newest jack takin over the carter
Pure 80's, we rock harder than your LA starters
Serving greens for the price of blacks
Get your salary taxed, off the top cause you over the cap
Life on the de-ly is hard shit
We re-write the script and spit hard till we soak the mic
I'm down to grind if the price is right
There's been too many nights
Two stepping back was the way of life
So we push till them fiends smile, full court press meanwhile
Back in the locker room shit is wild
Players frontin on each other's style
They show but we tryna win the crowd
But I respect money, only as far as this music go
If it's any other shit homeboy just take it personal
Three-pointer on that, foes know the story
Have a nice day, to better high lister for me
[Hook: Rapper Big Pooh]
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
We shinin light lookin for a better day y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
We makin moves, ain't there no time to play y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
We shinin light lookin for a better day y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
It's 9th Wonder, Big Pooh and Phonte y'all
[Phonte:]
Yeah, it's like this baby
Feel it, it's like this
(On and on and on and on and on...)
Uh, feel me
Check it out
[Phonte {Rapper Big Pooh}:]
Come take a walk with a nigga
They say the rap world is like a corn field - all these ears be stalkin a nigga
Hangin on my every word and syllable
Like the finest of herbs and minerals
{And the talking like they feelin you
The plan's unoriginal, the place un-habitual
Your shit compared to mine, we'll see who remember you
Back on the block like the Great Q}
I rhyme till they hate you
And fans wonder why they overate you
{Steady sinkin fast and your niggas wasn't faithful}
Betrayed you, but my fam is tighter than Nike strings
Your crew verse LB - nice dream
I pick my niggas like Joe Jackson and Katie for Ice Cream
It's time to make moves and start takin off
I write so my thoughts won't be un-channelled
Like a nigga with the cable off
And this is food for thought
Get a plate nigga, finish what you take off motherfucker...
[Hook: Phonte {Rapper Big Pooh}]
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
The shinin light lookin for a better day y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
We makin moves, ain't there no time to play y'all
{We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
We shinin light lookin for a better day y'all
We on the way y'all, we on the way y'all
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Yeah, LB's back in this
Please bear witness
[Q-Tip:] "On and on and on and on and on and... "
To the one and only Rapper Big Pooh
Phonte, 9th Wonder y'all
Y'all know how we do every time we come out
Check it out uh, yo, uh
They wanna know Pooh and this rap life
They wanna know what it's like not to sleep nights
They wanna do joints, have 'em sound butter
They wanna roll with the League and know Scudda
They wanna know Dilla, they wanna know Dho
Topshop, Missians [? ] their studios
They wanna rhyme with 'Te, get beats from P
Be the third member yelling out LB's
They wanna role trip, niggas trip on the roll
Plenty clowns, they wanna know Mike now
They wanna know Po', they wanna know Wu
End '98, they wanna help start something new
They wanna know this hunger, they wanna know
Why hate seems to fuel niggas longer
They wanna know if they can make me quit
Muh'fuckers, I'm built for this, so get your game right
[Chorus: Darien Brockington]
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on, ohh, ohhhh
[Phonte:]
They wanna know 9th, they wanna know Pooh
But they ain't tryna know the crazy shit they go through
Like four AM in the booth recording vocals
Or at the club watching fake niggas approach you
They wanna know 'Te, the one that's wild and crazed
Not the nigga with a child to raise
Not that nigga that's dead broke and writes a page
To keep his faith through the long nights and faceless days
Shit, niggas be eyeing me down
Wanna be my appetite for destruction but I'm died in now
Wanna see my team fall out or step out of bounds
So they can try and take control of the crown
But as long as fam is holding me down
It's crunch time with a minute to go
I'm at the baseline stealing the show
And when I make a million or so, still focus on God
Cause rap might decide it don't feel me no more
[Chorus]
[Darien Brockington:]
And on... oooh
You can't stop to the break of dawn
You can't stop no, no
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I wanna know joy, get away from pain
Have money in my pocket taking care of things
Not the dookie role-pairing bone or finger rings
But a house with some land, real estate man
I wanna know success, get away from hate and
It's enough food, we all get a plate and
[Phonte:]
Break bread like Merida and Sunbeam
One team coming through in your speaker for one thing
In a short time went from unsigned and unseen
To outshining you niggas without the sunscreen
We home run hitters, y'all niggas just bun sing
On a quest to make history tryna run things, LB
[Phote]
We spent the last year writing rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all around the world to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We only sleep on December the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the album before they check it
Dealin' with their managers and program directors
And even though I try not to stress it
Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not worth the effort
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Naw but I won't let it
Put a block on my team's hustle for a second
Poobie keep it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes can't say nothing
It was only time for we finally spoke out
Plenty cold nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And keep it moving
[Hook]
Seems like whatever I do
Its not enough for you
I paid the cost and gave you my all
But you still want more
I'm still standing right here
But it seems so unfair
That I sacrifice and give you my life
But you still want more
[Phonte]
Been a long time comin'
But damn we just made it
So much to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost touch
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just dated
Its history in the making
When I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for those who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas never play us
Took our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got contaminated
And now they sayin' we're at fault like the San Andreas
[Rapper Big Pooh]
And still trying to play us
But not spin the record or disc
I got a fire burning deep that will not be extinguished
I mean this from the depths of my soul
People no more mind talk let my heart take control (ohhhhh)
[Hook]
- Listen to this, just listen to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you what you want
- Just listen to this, just listen to this
- I'm talking you, you, you, and all of you in the back
and in the middle in the front, come on
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Homie, this here is pain
I'm speaking on this pitiful thing
That's now forever stained in the banks of my memory
You probably like, 'they running this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt we'll ever be
Its funny cats don't remember me
And don't think cause we all here that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all bugged
Trying to mask them emotions with pounds and hugs
No more I say gotta make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way just wait
Them chips on my shoulder getting attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's never turning back
[Phonte]
Yo I ain't never heard a act to blow and go global
Then come back home and still be called local
And when we onstage the people they all front
Dope beats, dope rhymes what more do y'all want (shout it out)
Yo... I need some ice cream, I need some...
For the nighttime
[Phonte:]
Uh, for the 9-1-9, for the 9-1-9
When the sun go down, we still shine and vine
Still shine and vine, for the 9-1-9
And the 9-1-9, and the 3-3-6
When the nighttime come, that's how we do that shit
That's how we, that's how we do that shit
Aiyyo, it's the new fla-vour, the next step
Phonte, the best kept secret since the AIDS cure (word)
I stay raw, whether they bootleg it or pay for it
Old school like Prince Dejour
When he was hostin Rap City with fingerwaves on
I put my name on the map through dismantilin
Embarassing arrogant cats and battle 'em because they raps ain't astonishin
Got niggaz in the club spittin out they Heinekens
Like, "God-DAMN it, when that nigga Tay gon' rhyme again? "
He's nice with the homonyms (nice with them homonyms), I'll flow
I guess I got it from my mom and 'nem, fo' real doe
Who does it finer? This one is for the MCs' in Carolina
Three in the mornin, insomnia rhymers
That say, "Yo, let's put the drama behind us, just let the beats rock"
Started cyhper while the wack niggaz eavesdrop
9th mouse-clicked it on the b-box
9th always hit me on my sweet spot
(Uh) Go to the crib, drink some Peach Schnapps
And doze off to Pete Rock, what
For the 9-1-9, for the 9-1-9
When the sun go down, we still shine and vine
Still shine and vine, for the 9-1-9
And the 9-1-9, and the 3-3-6
When the nighttime come, that's how we do that shit
That's how we, that's how we do that shit
Aiyyo this is for the 9-1-9, for the 9-1-9
When the sun go down, we still shine and vine
Still shine and vine, for the 9-1-9
And the 9-1-9, and the 3-3-6
When the nighttime come, that's how we do that shit
That's how we, that's how we do that shit
[J-Live:] {"When the nighttime covers the city"}
[repeat throughout the song]
Yeah, eh-yeaaah
Eh-yaaaay, uh-huh
[Phonte overlaps harmony with ad-libs]
Ooooooooh, nighttime...
Nighttime...
Nighttime...
[Intro: Phonte]
Y'know, ev'rybody was askin me.
After you quit your job... whatchu do?
Uh...
Walked outta Belk like, I was feelin brand new
Something I never felt like, I had been emancipated
And it seem strange but deep down I know it felt right
Back to the crib, I went to tell my girl
And she just looked at me like, "Nigga, I already knew"
So we packed up the Nissan and went to Maryland
For the holidays, my son was bout to be two
Fresh out of a job, what's a nigga to do?
So I called Beni B., he shot niggas some loot
So thankful to God that I was able to pay rent
Met Kev Brown, did the "Can't Stay Away" shit
Went back home with out pockets butt-naked
Times got tight, we ain't know if we would make it
Met with the label who decide that now we
We'll do the first Little Brother tour through Cali
Maaaan! Shit was whack as hell
We was for "The Big Throwdown" like Le-vert
Me, Pooh, 9th, I.D., and Malachi
In the crowded-ass van filled with ugly-ass T-shirts
Dealin with the label drove Tiggalo bizzerk
So when we got home, I put my foot on the flo'
Said, "I ain't doin this management shit no mo'"
Gave the call to my nigga Big Dho, let's get it
We started makin money doin some travelin
But at home, my family life was steady unravelin
Me and ol' girl wasn't seein eye to eye
Just shackin up, layin thigh to thigh
Not in love, just "Fakin Jax" like InI
She said, "Baby, you know I'll go through the wall for you"
But when I stepped off the plane back from Portugal
She was gone - fuck it, y'all niggas heard "All For You"
Came back to the crib, had to pack all my shit up
Cause that's when we did our first tour with Hiero
Seem like everyday them niggas stay high tho'
I love y'all, thanks for teachin us how to grind, yo
Came off the road with my name well-respected
Hit the studio, me and Nic finished "Connected"
Money in my pocket and a new apartment
And on top of that – now the major labels is watchin
Heeeey! It was the top of '04
And everythang seem to be movin in slo-mo
Niggaz wanted a deal so bad, they can taste it
But everyday, it seem like it would be a no-go
With a palm that's sweaty and hand that's jittery
Signed, to Atlantic and the rest is misery
Oops! – fraudulent slip, I mean the rest is history
I"m just still a little hot, excuse my niggery
In the middle of makin "The Minstrel Show"
We was out one night, saw this thang that caught my eye
I like the way that she danced, like the way that she moved
Fly conversation and the way she thought was fly
She moved in and we got real close
And I can see that she was way above av-erage
So we tied the knot, and my second son dropped
About, six weeks after the album did
Y'all niggas know the rest, I won't bore you widdit
"Minstrel Show" came and went; we went to war with critics
They said, "We wouldn't make it as a two-man team"
But this is part of a two-man dream
That I had in my heart since I walked out the store
That's what I did with my next day, whatchu gon' do with YOURS?
Whatchu gon' do with YOURS?
[Phonte:]
Uh...yeah, it's so amazing
[Sample of Love Unlimited's "I Love You So (Never Gonna Let You Go)" plays]
{I'll never leave, I'll never leave, never leave baaaaa-baaaaay [x4]}
Little Brother, Mick Boogie on the mixtape
Aiyyo Mick check it out man, it's a lotta niggaz
that think Little Brother can't do no street joint, youknowwhatI'msayin?
So now I-I gotta get on this track
I gotta "Justify My Thug" a little bit, youknowwhatI'msayin?
I gotta - I gotta go back and moisturize my situation, youknowwhatI'msayin?
Let these boys know I can do it anyway they want, youknowhatI'msayin?
It's Phontigga, it's for the streets!
C'mon, this is for my niggaz on the corner
Them boys on the block, steady movin that work
All through your community, you need a fundraiser?
Them boys'll come through and even slang it to church
In the kitchen all day long over the stove, yep
Servin them fiends, steady cookin them O's
'Til the smell get all on they clothes; keep niggaz heavy
in the streets, and they fuck the fattest of hoes
See the fiends line up tryna get that fix
Anytime, day or night, they'll scratch that itch
Have you runnin to ya mans like, "This that shit!"
Yeah, they paper stay long and they money is thick
I know a lotta niggaz gon' have to run this back like
"Damn Tay, when the fuck you start promotin crack?"
It ain't as bad as it might seem; I'm just shoutin out
my niggaz down at Krispy Kreme, now holla back, what?
{Love Unlimited sample plays while Phonte overlaps}
OH!! Krispy Kreme will never leave the streets, nigga!!
Dunkin' Donuts - FUCK 'EM!!
Little Debbie - FUCK 'EM!!
Glazed donuts, chocolate donuts, apple fritters,
whatever you need, it's NOTHIN!
You get that Krispy Kreme, all the doe/dough boys go CRAAAZY, OH!!
Big Pooh, c'mon!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Yeah, I make moves, make money
Made a lotta other people smile when shit wah'nt funny
Always lookin out thinkin, "What they want from me?"
I seen better times, everyday it ain't sunny
when the birds ain't chirpin, niggaz at home
feelin sorry for themselves when they should be out workin
Witness no hustle, seen no drive
He feel hopeless, niggaz strivin and you wonder why you struggle
In the past years, operated with a muzzle
Saw moods change but thangs begin to bubble
{?} hugs from women who now luh' you
Sat back, watched all the pieces to the puzzle
Put it all together, tryna make sense
But until they see dollars, it ain't gettin no better
Niggaz get ahead of themselves
but Pooh been on the grind tryna rhyme yo sense and yo ?swerve?, you gotta KNOW!!
{Love Unlimited sample plays while Big Pooh overlaps}
Oh my GAWD!!
I'm on my muh'fuckin grizzy right now!
[says teasingly] Hi haters! [Pooh cracks up]
I know you muh'fuckers can't get enough of me, man
It know it's some niggaz out there, they can't sleep at night
They up, they nervous, they wonderin if I'm in the lab
You fuckin RIGHT I'm in the lab, nigga!
Oh we get started up one more time
I got the number down right here, I'm looking at it
I couldn't believe she would do me like that P
I just don't understand it dog, can't understand it
Ladies and gentleman,
Wanna welcome y'all back to "The Minstrel Show"
Thank y'all for tuning in; y'all keep watching a lotta the station
But y'all touring us right now
And it feels so beautiful
Performing at black face tonight!
It's my nigga, Joe Scudda
Coming up a little bit later on in the show
I just wanna thank y'all for just tuning in
It's like this yo...
[Phonte]
Yo, when 'Te pulls his verses out
Promoters pull their purses out
That, money for a purchase out
The charge card that they swipe for the worst amounts
Cause this is business, not personal
Thought I would switch my personnel
Like Big Doe and Big Pooh would be the first to bounce
But y'all, niggaz is boring me, y'all never gon' change
And please, join a sorority, go step your game up
Y'all boys ain't ready for damage, you need extra planning
You in the game, but you off-size and gotta extra man
And I'm the coach doing your reprimanding
I got a team to run, boy respect my standards
And when I'm on the mic y'all should expect the grandest
Showing lyricism ever let ‘em know who your man is
It's Phonte (a ch- a ch- a ch- a check it now)
[Chorus]
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(So gutter)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(Little Brother)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(And all across the world, the fly ladies and girls, tell me they lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(East Coast say they lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(Midwest say they lovin' it)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(All worlds say they lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
Its rapper Big Pooh!
[Big Pooh]
I got a prob with, niggaz speaking gossip
Talkin' bout what you know, nothing it is nonsense
That's a Bronson, Charlie take precaution
Get you sold on the block, no not an auction
Dearly departin'
I'm not a G, but I move like they move
With a head full of smarts man
Here these niggaz go rambling
Cuz they don't know about the business we be handling (But let em know!)
Constant hits keep em scrambling
Till the stores, till the shelves dismantlin' (And?)
And what's that joint 9th sampling?
Pooh and 'Te on the mic, them bastards them, (Damn!)
And your women, we attractin' them
And if you ever wanna know what's happening
We tell em
[Chorus]
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(It sounds so good)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(It's so hood!)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(From state to state, them boys making the papes, and yeah we lovin it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(West Coast say they lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(The East Coast say they lovin' it)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(Southwest say they lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
It's Joe Scudda!
[Joe Scudda]
I wake up every morning, holding my dick
Going through life like I know I'm the shit, ya ain't fucking with me
So why try? Why go that route?
Why take that street? You can't take that heat?
Man your whole flow weak, we will take that beat
Put our own words on it, we will make that street
To the crowds and the masses, and all I ask is
Don't settle for the average, rap cabbage-
Heads; yeah you heard what I said, we the best here
Cuz our worst days be better than your best years
We your worst fears,
So get up, get out, and get somethin'
Man, its only getting worse here
Joe Scudda, little brother, man we family
And we here forever so understand me
[Chorus]
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(Check the realness)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(If you can feel this)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(Doing shows and videos, collecting ?)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(9th wonder say he lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(Big Pooh say he lovin' it)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
(J. League say they lovin' it)
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
(Everybody say they lovin' it)
Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna
Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna
[Phonte:]
Off the top, from the top
Not the bottom, not the middle
It's like this y'all, we don't quit y'all
The fly shit y'all, it's Little Brother
And Oddisee on the track, taking it back
A little something to bounce to, a little something to rock to
You can, y'knahmsayin? You can get your nice little drink or whatever
Pull on up, y'knahmsayin? Nigga like Oddisee
If you're feeling the beef jerky, he'll get you one of them
Y'knahmsayin? Snap into it and swallow it all down
We gon' get it going like this, yo
It's been a long time coming but we finally back out
Like {? } it's the king of the black outs
Phonte, the one that got your whole style mapped out
Rhymes that have more niggas online than a frat house
Searching for that digital to analog, Little Brother
And Oddisee tracks, another head banger pa
Cocked back, ready to fire when we aim at y'all
And when the beat drop, make everybody sing along
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Whether writing, reciting or rocking we inviting your
Best forth, no test course, this is it
Horse, and you already on your last leg
Left for half-dead, no half-bred, Pooh is pure dope
I'm uncut leaving niggas no hope
You couldn't see me with a telescope
I'm taking y'all for a joke
Ha-di-ha, Richard Pryor type funny
I don't wanna freestyle nigga, I'm getting money
[Chorus: Phonte]
I'm making moves and all
You funny niggas, I don't want nothing to do with y'all
Rap's a hustle and you losing dog
Don't look surprised like this shit is really news to y'all
I'm making moves and all
It's been a long time coming, paid my dues and all
We gon' rock the party-party, for everybody-body
It's real life dog, this shit is not a hobby
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Flow's contagious, we act outrageous
Big Pooh up in Brothers Three, I'm getting pages
Please come and save us, these niggas don't faze us
Whenever LB touch mics, they amaze us
Oh, so many flavours released from the chambers
Times couldn't change us, but maybe they arrange us
To do more than the last so-called "dope emcees"
But getting no's on their scorecard
[Phonte:]
Praise God, 'Te rocking it with no pausing
Rip so many bars, he should've got a juris doctorate
And start sentencing all of you slob-ass niggas
Quick to ass kiss like it's-your-job-ass niggas
Sideshow-Bob-ass niggas
Write-on-magazine-poster-pinup-heartthrob-ass niggas
LB and Oddisee known to mob niggas
Bad news for anybody who got a prob with us
[Chorus x2]
[Phonte:]
Oddisee is doing his thing tonight
{? }, yeah he doing his thing tonight
Big Pooh, yo he doing his thing tonight
My nigga Big Dho, yo he doing his thing tonight
Quartermaine, yo he doing his thing tonight
And Kev Brown, yo he doing his thing tonight
We get down watching the ring tonight
With some hoes, making 'em sing tonight hahaha
[Intro]
uh...check me out baby
ayo, I be the one phonte..
representin little brother..
from now, never be another..
it's phonte poo and 9th wonder..
and my man big dough that's undiscovered..
gettin' freaky wit them broads undercover..
take it way back like Mr. Lover Lover..
Ayo, we keep it runnin like this
from the top of the dome light it up with a kiss
kubanot jada phonte the style playa
party ghost peace out niggaz I'll cya lata
phonte coming through just like dic-tator
off the top of the dome through in the playground
because its just like "yo I didn't say that"
loot it up wherever my nigga lay at, lets light it up...
[girl singing in background]
[Verse 1: Big Poo]
The most magnificent
Poo speak the unlipatent
for the rhyme impatent
complicate plenty circumtants
I got enough friends to last my life
fuck your feelings and your home town rice
the stage is mine if I rocked the mic
lead a love up the path of light
It's due time to set a couple niggaz straight
and get this beef off my chest plate
bitch niggaz tryin to frustrate, dap you up on the low really hate
is that the price of cats being to great?
can I live without you all in my face? and ya hands high
see that's the shit that I be talking about
behind your back faggots runnin' they mouth, just stick a dick in it
and have a seat homie, let us step to the floor front
made you display, all up in your store front
thats what the people want
the champs back in here
lets shout the name out loud and clear, we light it up....[echos]
[Chorus]
[girl singing in background]
[Verse: Phonte]
Te ready to assassinate
rockin a goldin gatrell with seven buttons, still I fascinate
this politics shit'll ruin kids
niggaz be thinking just because they tight that mean they music is
that aint the way it work dog, go exam your roots
look niggaz dead in they eyes, start demanding the truth
produce are not properly commanding his loops
I aint saying it wack, that shit'll win a grammie or mute
I'm like that half crazed man on the roof
the ex-vietnam vet with no heart pan-handling loot
with a mack 10 raised to shoot ya
phonte's a big dog, betta get ya bitches sprayed or neutered [cat growl]
last year been praised and tutored
radioheads downloading my shit, the OK compute it
got plans to shine, style 3x's dope on eastern standard time
and I'm gon handle mine lets light it up baby...[echo]
[Chorus]
[Phonte talking in background]
[Intro: Phonte]
Girl, whatchu MEAN you don't recognize me?!
I'm only the biggest rap star in yo' apartment complex, eh! (Hahaha!)
OH! Uh, uh... and another one
My nigga Nottz on the beat...uh, and another one, c'mon
[Chorus x2: Carlitta Durand]
Everybody stop the presses
Make way for the talk of the town
'cause I'm the life of the party
Take a look at me now!
[Phonte:]
Uh, I'm the cow's milk, I'm the bee's knees
I'm the life of the party, you know you see me
And all my team in harmony like the Bee Gees
Our name in bright lights like it's 3D
People stop and stare, "Look what them boys got"
We cain't afford Cris', frontin like we boycott
We on the same page, we all on one accord
Little do they know we all came in one Accord
and them people get sad cause they thank we should be mad
at all them niggaz wit big money and big chains
But the way I see it, as long as I don't blow
Each and ev'ry year, I'll be the next big thang!
Ten years later, niggaz still on the verge
Same gray Nissan sittin on the curb
I know, you was thankin it'd be gettin on my nerves
But maaan, goddamn, this feeling is superb!
It's giving me the urge, to write this
Even though I say it in jest, I'm not jokin in fact
Some niggaz spend they lifetime tryna headline
But it's so much better bein your opening act
So to all of my "Almost Famous" halfway
superstar niggaz, we gon' rock up there
We bout to get it started, I'm the life of the party
You sheep-ass niggaz can shut the +flock+ up, baaah!
[Chorus x2]
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
It's like, here we go, uh! Then we stopped
"Oh we back on?" Then the album dropped
Release date came, then the album flopped
A stale piece of gum woulda had more pop
So I'm headed right back to the shop
The new Geto Boys, yo +We Can't Be Stopped+
Unless we standin outside at the spot
I hear my record playin but nobody know about, uh
Pooh and Tay, two boys from the South
who sounds so dope when these words come out!
Standin in the cold, naw I ain't gold
but I'm on the list, now I'm gettin pissed
"Somebody's fired, who organized this?
'Getback' is a pretty cold dish!" Ha!
So we in, went my way to the bar
Had Goose lime juice, baby recognize the star
The she pointed out one to two
and ask me what I do, I'm like, "Yo, you not cute!"
I told her, "Take the look at the suit!
Wish I knew voodoo, I'd pulled a root
on you folk, make you see what I see
that Poobie is a star, he don't need TV"
Then she said she don't even need me
Picked up a drink, switched in the V.I.P., holla!
[Chorus x2]
[Skillz:]
Uh-huh, I'm like, "Girl, I'm the life of the party"
She said, "No you ain't!
If you was a star, my lil' sister see you on 'Fame'"
I leaned over like, "Mama, how you doin today?"
She said, "You ain't famous, boy! Won't you get out the way!"
I'm like, "DAYUM, why it gotta be like that?
Man you gotta know Skillz if you listen to rap"
She said "We listen to Dee, we listen to Jay
I love Lil' Wayne, but the clique say he gay"
Said, "Whatever chu's rock, that's what we were
You ain't Chingy, you ain't Nelly, won't chu go over thurr!"
She said, "I love 50, but I still roll with Game
I like that 'Rap Up' guy, but I don't know his name"
She said, "I love that jam, man that song is HOT!"
I'm like, "That's MY song!" She's like "No it's not!"
Later on I'm on stage and she recognize me
[Talib Kweli:]
Mick Boogie (absolutely)
Justus For All (hold up)
Let's GOOOO!
Be witcha in a second so sit tight
Sometimes I be doin my body wrong just to get right
I rip mics, rap life make me attack like a pair fight
Grab a flashlight, took on +Marauder+ in +Midnight+
Blackouts in summer, New York nights are red hot
Flowin like lava explodin out the bedrock
Movin' 'round the block like white, blue, and red top
Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox
International, pass porter's {?} gear
And my song's here longer than dog years
Fly, coast to coast yo check it it's all clear
Respect is my currency, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there
My name is Arabic/Canaan
Got few chicks from Jamaican to the {?} Asians
It's all love, my piers just my luck o' the Irish
I don't FUCK with silly broads, I don't FUCK with the flyers
Never fuck with hard drugs, the providers
Like over-the-counter, these niggaz flounder like the fish outta water
It's about to be some shit now, get your recorder
No qualms to make the pay for, I'ma hit the reporter, yeah
God might direct me to whoop ya ass
Enjoy ya laugh, cause we bring it back to Brooklyn fast
With my man Black Dante, Big Pooh, and Phonte
Do some classics like 9th, Tech, and Kanye, yeah!
[Mos Def:]
We now dangerous, am death to flavorish
Big hip, lick ya lips, shoot to savor it
So refreshin, no regression, host a session
It's pro-black, pro-progressive, so affective
The 9th Wonder is a Lil' Bro collective
Black Dante, Mr. Phonte cold perfection
Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze
Keep your stuff on go, 'fore I check these hoes
You fuck around and get it how it get mayne
Case smack attack harder than ya pimp hand
My speaker box equinox like Coltrane
Killa K flow mayne need it in the dope game
Hairy gorilla call back, no Rogaine
and I make that ass drop like I'm Soul Train
I got soul mayne, heart and brains to match
I'm wit the Lil' Bro, what's fuckin wit dat??
I put my town on the map like a star..
Wit'out the car..
And I ride clean, and my thing bling..
..and you know exactly how I mean
9th Wonderful, so beautiful
So unusual, it's sho' plain
on your brain, in your body, in your soul
All my hopes show..reach the goal
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
You'on't know about me, you'on't know my life
You'on't know everything I go through to write
You'on't know my plight, you'on't know my fight
and STILL, muh'fuckers wan' steal my light
That's right , I'm right back with a write that's sick
I done went another level, raise prices quick
Y'kno Big Dho told me, “Always rap wit a chip”
I'ma do you one better, son I {?} wit a dip
That's borderline great that's best in all states
Fifty-plus some, dumb niggaz, “Huh?”
If you “huh”, you can hear me, I speak clearly
So my two sisters hear me, yeah Ronnie cheer me, sincerely
I carry heavy burdens on my back
Done, seen a lotta pain and my heart stay trapped
Brothers on the grind tryna get that scratch
'fore them pagers get turned and your plans get scrapped!
We back to the hustle where they fightin over scraps
And your face get played cause you tryna watch your back
My man, seen many niggaz goin like that
This year, real life no rewindin it back!
[Phonte:]
Uh, uh. Let it go, better let it go
Just let it go, ah ah, let it go
They better let it go, they better let it go
Let me talk to 'em, check it out..
Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect
Cause it ain't nothin in breed seeds like success
And though you might expect niggaz to lose they cause
Or drop the ball, that nigga Tay ain't like the rest
I'm built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid
Phonte's the medicine, of fine black specimen
of Afro engineering, wit'out no interference
To get it short, I'm more than just yo average rap nigga
or whatever you wanna call it
Call it music, I call it my life performance
Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters
whether they pan or they sneakin through,
these are the people that I'm speakin to
I speak to you, and this is the year that I'm gon'
Schiavo my rivals, nigga pull out the feedin tube
Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's
And make a killin, my words worth worth a million
Phonte and LB the last temptation
Give a fuck if our shit is played on every station
So y'all rap niggaz can't follow me up
You cant bottle me up, shit I'm the well of inspiration, nigga!
Let it go, ah ah, let it go
Better let it go, ah, just let it go
Pull it back, let it go, ah
[Phonte:]
You know... I'm dedicate this back to the days
where I was workin' in the Department store, youknowhatImsayin?
Before this rap shit popped off and all that
I was this lil' nigga workin' in the deparment store
And you know workin' there
You see all kinds of things all kinds of races
You see they behavior, don't get offended at this track
I'm an equal opportunity racist, I hate all ya'll
From my man, Mick Boogie
I'm retail's nightmare, young black and just don't
give a fuck; I just want my discount, give it up
Twenty percent off of all slacks and all clothes
I just took this job just to spice up my wardrobe
So I come in every morning and I'm walkin' a tight rope
Smile at the management, wave at the white folks (Hi, Bob!)
Gotta meet a quota, but I don't know how
And all these broke motherfuckers just tellin' me the browsin'
Till around eleven, that's when you see the soccer moms
Spendin' they husband's money, that's how they roll up
Got three little girls, steady fuckin' up my store
And an eight year old, still ridin' in a stroller
Around one, the Mexicans come in the store
Coppin' all the shit that rocked five summers ago
(Yeah, homes!) They gotta be the realest niggaz alive
Buy 400 dollars woth of Nautica and pay for it in fives
Around six or seven, that's when you see the blacks
The girls wit' big booties that rock they work badges
They walk through your store just to get to the food court
They ain't buyin shit, homie, ain't no need to ask em'
Around closin', that's when you see the Indians
You thinkin' too yourself, they're "oh, so nice"
Well the fact is, dog, you a nigga to them too
They in there like (Excuse me, my friend, what is the price?)
Nigga, the price says ten, so that means ten brother
Don't try to talk me down, homie, this ain't Calcutta
(What? I'd like to see the manager) Nigga I am the manager
Don't make me act a fool for these motherfuckin' cameras
They call me in the office like "I'm sorry Mr. Coleman"
But your behavior is not befiting of this store
So I say "I got my fall clothes already, today's my last day
FUCK Y'ALLS
That's just how it went down, man, I swear to god, yo
And nigga, don't think the nigga didn't get the nice polos and shit
Before he walked out, though, don't think he ain' get them
Don't think he ain't get 20% off the fly timbs and shit
Don't think he ain't get them, 20% wit' a 50% mark down, nigga
For real, don't think he ain't get that, cuz he damn, sure got it
I swear the god man, I hope this rap shit go on and on
I hope it gone, cuz I swear I don't ever wanna go back to that shit no more
I'm not lyin', I'm so sincere, I never wanna go back
Cuz it's like all the jobs that I quit
I know my managers is waitn' for me to come back
Sayin, I know they waitin' to rub it in my face
So if I came back, them motherfuckers would probably
Be rappin' at me and shit, you know what I'm sayin
All in my face and shit
"Oh, can't stop, won't stop, nigga you back
I thought you were rappin', what happened to that?
Your album flopped, nigga, now your ass is back"
You know what I'm sayin, you those white folks be, knamsayin?
The comapny picnic, they want you to be they entertainment and shit
"Oh, Phonte he raps, he doest the rap thing!
Come on up here, do this rap for corporate!"
FUCK, Y'ALL and FUCK corporate
I ain't tapdancin' for you crackers!
Fuck this shit! I hope this album sells
Cuz I don't wanna go back to that
Please but this album, GetBack, 2007
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Yeah (Yeah!)
It's your boy, Rapper, mayn (Rapper!)
Lil' Brother (Lil' Brother!)
Mick Boogie (Mick Boogie!)
Justus For All (It's Hall of Justus, nigga)
I know some of you niggaz out here like
(What they be like?)
These niggaz can't be serious
(Can't be serious!!)
Do you belive?
We back again, motherfuckers
Yo, It's your boy Rapper, number four, none after
Me and Tigga Low welcome you to the next chapter
The flock wanna hear messages from the new pastor (Preach!)
Mick Boogie, cue the choir for the next number
Six months later we awake from a slumber
Rejuvinated like we sleep with cucumbers
See, since day one, we've done us
Stay on the grind, no rich will ever run us
And this here is a message for newcomers
Do your homework, we go back five summers
Nigga, I am the League's top gunner
{*gunshot*}Nigga, I am the League's top gunner
{*gunshot*}Nigga, I am the League's top gunner
Somewhere on the strip wit' some gas station stunners
Taking in ways watchin' old cattle graze
Thinkin' to myself, damn they loved you yesterday (What happened, nigga?)
But yesterday is the past, right now is the present
Noble mind feedin' thoughts to you pesants
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Check it out, yo
From the ghettos of Mars to the slums of Uranus
I can hear people talkin and they saying son is anxious
To get up with some other strangers and make a couple changes
Bout going to the lab and laying down a couple bangers
With some bass line snaps and plus some chord changes
To give it the knock, props to Spinna who arranged it
Let's get it on wax and watch the galaxies exchange it
As we begin our quest to get famous
It's 'Te from the League of Just-us going across worlds
With no hatred amongst us, rhymes two-hundred proof and
Leaving you punch drunk, screaming 'Who want what? '
To any nigga without his thumbs up
Showing love and appreciation with a fist in the air
Wildin out over the kick and the snare
Make the party people split from their chairs
Like 'Goddamn, I'm really feeling this here'
Galactic soul, getting spacey in here
It's like that y'all, check it out
And we keep it going on and on and on, on and on
[Chorus: Phonte]
Intergalactic soul y'all
LB and beyond real taking control y'all
Strap in your seatbelts and get a hold y'all
Because we taking it... out of this world
For your mind it's galactic soul y'all
LB and the J-League here for the phone call
And yo we taking this... out of this world
One time, this galactic soul y'all
LB and beyond real taking control, now come on
[Verse 2: Phonte]
They say my soul is galactic son
Without no warm-ups or practice runs
I speak the truth when the madness stunts
Upside niggas who being true to the game
But things get tight and can't maneuver the same
It's soon to be changed
We sample breaks from Montana to Kool & The Gang
The presence of our ancestors due to remain
In the music so we bring it live back
Like the [? ] rocking doo rags underneath fitted high hats
Never have we did it like that
Lost or found, let's get it right back
To the forefront of the peeps
Give 'em what they want in the streets
Cock back, ready, aim, fire, release
I'm staying high on the beats
But it ain't no need to alarm you
From NC to BK, that's word to my mom dukes
This finna be really beyond you
It ain't no pun intended, yo we putting it on you
It ain't no pun intended and we putting it on you
In 2003, and to the beyond, let's get it on, come on
[Chorus: Phonte]
Intergalactic soul y'all
LB and beyond real taking control y'all
Strap in your seatbelts and get a hold y'all
Because we taking it... out of this world
One time, it's galactic soul y'all
LB and the J-League here for the phone call
And yo we taking this... out of this world
Yo, it's galactic soul y'all
[Intro: Kanye West]
Yeah, 9th Wonder on the beat
I can't front man, you got some hot beats
It's your boy Kanye Tutta'
Got Consequence in here (I see now), Little Brother (I see now)
Yeah, I want y'all to listen
Question
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now how the hell I end up arguing with this bitch? (aww)
Know everything, but don't know shit (aww)
Kinda reminiscent of Anna Nicole Smith (aww)
I just turn my music up like 'Damn that's some cold shit' (aww)
I mighta known about a couple of months
Since then she gained a couple of chunks
She went from being a strobe light
To that old lady on Boomerang
Lady yellow ease I need no lights
And I swear she a riot folks
How she order all that food and a motherfucking Diet Coke?
He said 'You lying yo, why is you lying yo? '
Cut it out, quit it G, you hurting my kid-I-neys
Naw, she talking bout a couple of kids for me (aww)
She hit and had a ring from Tiffany's
Right then and there I had an epiphany
I swear since that day I've been treating fat hoes differently
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Aww, I see now
You was hurt and you on the rebound (aww)
Ben & Jerry's and Mickey D's now
And you just gone gain all that weight on me now (naw)
Naw (naw), fall back
If I ain't a player then what the hell you call that?
A nigga disrespect me I'm a be in all black
But baby if you let me I'm a take it all back
[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh, Consequence]
I write verses, do shows for a living
Hoes, they look at me like everyday thanksgiving
Peep, check how I'm living, white T's, free jeans
Shotgun and Capri's, big height like Yao Ming
And it seems the style then how they go out they way
Just to prove they dedicated and devoted to Ray
I guess it goes how they say, that that pimp will repay
That's why I put 'em to the test like everyday
Not like the G.E.D. or an S.A.T.
Pop quiz, let 'em know that they mill' ain't free
It's on like a college degree when you following me
Without the entry level job there's a modelling fee
So when I tell you 'Get 'em girl' and you prove that you true
I let you bolt up on the block with the rest of the crew
This just a couple of trials that we put 'em through
Let a nigga know now what you tryna do, for real
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Phonte]
Phonte the five star syllablist, females
I hit 'em with deliberate styles for me to try to lay with them
And then chill around the way with them
Like her name was Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee and them
Spat game, wanna come to my X games?
I keep 'em line like roller blades at the X-Games
Phonte never was the type to crook out and stress thangs
Till the album dropped now you thinking my rep changed
Look, we ain't sleeping on the floor no more
But it's a strange misconception I ain't poor no more
That's bullshit, if they ain't paying, fuck a Promo tour
I'd rather keep my ass home and hit the porno store
So we hit the sex shop cause she wanted to get with me
Two shots of 'gnac she started acting so giggly
Nine months later she went into delivery
And since then I treat my baby mama so differently, word
[Chorus]
[Outro: Kanye West]
All back, yo I swear I'm a take this truck back man
I mean I got the new G5 whatever, that shit be in shop every two weeks
I told 'em, I told 'em if y'all don't take this back
And give me all my money back and trade me in for the CL
I'm gonna put it on this Little Brother song in two weeks and
And they ain't believe me but
Now I'm a let y'all know don't go out and buy the G5
I swear like it's a bad look for the girls
Really they get in the car and they always wanna look over and be like
'Aw nigga, your check engine light on, it's on'
I'm like 'Your top on, so we got two things we tryna get off right here'
They don't like that
I take it back, I take it back, I just say it to get you mad
I take it back, I could prove, I could prove something to you
Where you gonna hide?
Rapper
Where you gonna hide?
Dilla Dog, Jay Dee
Where you gonna hide?
Elzhi
Where you gonna hide?
Phonte
Another little brother presentation
Sending this out across the nation
I'm a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer
Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer
My stanza, get it going like a car, (vroom)
Usher in the new era, like this y'all (this y'all)
I'm raw strip down, no minerals
A distilled emcee, no chemicals
No subliminals
A smooth criminal before the rape charge
I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad
My, peers ferocious
I'm so focusing
I pray to God that the world knows this
No one exposes flaws in your scheme dog
Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord
You don't want know problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggaz out
Tell my tales by word of mouth
Ya, you know me
[Hook]
Where you gonna hide?
When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low
Where you gonna hide?
When your peeps aint around, and there aint no place to go
Where you gonna hide?
When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe
Where you gonna hide?
Aint nowhere to run, and there aint no hiding place
Don't compare me to jokes
I'll strangle the air in your throat
Like you jump from a chair and choke
In mid-air from a rope
Got a big gun and carry a scope
The flair of the smoke
Keep niggaz quiet like words that librarians spoke
I'm arrogant, outlandish
Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff
The jakes wont make out the handprints
I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips
Bark and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits
It gets no realer than this
Its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit
This should have been a double album commemorative disc
Cause hip-hop might need us
And in your town, no telling where you might see us
My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters
Out, doin their damn thing like beavers
Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job
Plus my Dominican Broad
Making me chili con caso [?]
Work and plan a perfect verse
Then burst like a person
that jerked from a circus cannon
Then landed to the earth
Its me on the song, featured your fleet
Breathing is strong
It's a gypsy reading a palm
with a drawn heater
Never gone of the wrong reefer
A bong chief, of the don ballest
As long as the bronze is bronze sneakers
Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I wont come and get you
Dressed like a gun with pistols, and AK's in a bundle
And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game
So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange
And a lot of rap niggaz got lost
Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he don got soft
They didn't understand it was my next direction
So I'm playing postman and addressing questions
Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving
No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin
But all these wack niggaz putting records out
This is all live nigga, check it out
Lb, S bill a fam on a mission
And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show"
they still teething on "The Listening"
Where you gonna hide?
When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low
Where you gonna hide?
When your peeps aint around, and there aint no place to go
Where you gonna hide?
When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eyes on your safe
Where you gonna hide?
[Talib Kweli:]
Uh, okaaay
Yeah, it's gorgeous
I wrote this rhyme in Hawaii while admiring the beautiful stars
To go to big dip on Jupiter, Mars
And from a yard in Brooklyn, hit my usual bars
I rock the Japanese denim and the Cuban cigars
Pack my trees coming in from the Bay
Like Too $hort I chill with Long Beach Mike and
Dave New York it's, Mr. International, I paddle down a hundred rivers
Know enough, then I show up rollin with a hundred niggas
I pull my pants up and start forcin up like dancer
Get up, stand up, we need to man up
I got a picture of my kids as my screensaver
A grown ass man, I stopped dressin like a teenager
Plus I got my executive bars up
These regular art-usts just reckless and none trust
Cussin cause the streets tight brewed where I come from
The only streets you know is the white dude from London, please
[Hook:]
You ain't got a leg to stand on
I'm the man in every city that I land on
I'm in your spot, I'm putting me and my mans on
Don't mind me, I'm just getting my grown man on
Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on
Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on
Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on
Don't mind me, I'm just getting my grown man on
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
It's a hundred outside, sixty-five in the ride
Butter soft seats, linin on, see me slide
Out, no yeses, know who the best is
Fuck who the rest is, my aura impresses
These young niggas start and stop with a necklace
Your turn Pooh but I like leavin em breathless
Green and purple haze, sprinklin some grey
Summer green low when I'm posted in the Bay
Underground in the A, I like home in DC
Any borough, any time, NYC
Back in NC, everybody
Feel a sense of pride when they hearin LB
Mick and Kweli makin music that's timeless
For the rhymeless, you can find this
{Where at? } In your grown ass man section
If you lookin for that other shit homie then keep steppin, uh
[Hook]
[Phonte:]
Uh, I was thinkin back on summer's past
When me and my niggas was rollin down Summit Ave.
Windows down with the pedal to the floor
Just how long ago? Man you don't wanna ask, hah
I laugh cause it passed by oh so quickly
And my life went just the way I planned it
I mean I know a nigga got signed cause he got rhymes
But I got kids, got bills, goddamn it
So I ain't got no time for that kiddy rap, chitter chat
Homie with each word I'm paintin a backdrop
Ain't got time for bullshitters cause life's the big picture
In each rhyme I give you a snapshot
Go to the crib and see old flames who missed they old frames
Talkin bout how their life passed em by
I tell em "Baby, you ain't got to be so cold
Just cause you twice as old don't mean you have to stop" uh
[Phonte talking:]
(Uh) We gon' get it started, man
I'm feelin so fresh tonight
Yes, yes, ya know, I'm seein all the beautiful people
Everybody rocking their favorite brands
What ever your favorite brand is
It's whatever you wanna do, yaknowhatimsayin?
But uh, you know, I didn't always have it like that
We didn't always have it, yaknowhatimsayin?
So this what we had to do to look fly, yaknowhatimsayin?
This how we used to get it in
[Chorus: Phonte]
Aiyyo, I used to go to the mall with 40 dollars in hand
It ain't matter at all cause I could go see my man
Down at South Square Mall workin at J Riggins, oh no!
Manager leaves, he let me cop from the low lows
Slacks and polos, you better watch that
Boy in durangos, blazer, and mock neck
Almost bought but you still gon' see him
At the ? pimpin through the Greensborough Coliseum, mayne
[Phonte:]
(Uh) Cause now I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin hand-me-down, raggedy hood clothes
Call me ugly, man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club, yea we probably should clothes
(Yea, uh) Say I got on my good clothes (What?)
Say I got on my good clothes
Yo, 40 dollars I done got me some good clothes
I got on my good clothes
(Check me out) I got on my good clothes
[Big Pooh:]
I used to go to my mom, like I'm tryna be fresh
Told her look at my closet, you know your boy look a mess
So we hopped in the car, headed straight to Sears
At the time I was bigger than the rest of my peers
As we got on the floor, it was embarassin trust me
The saleswoman walkin straight over to husky
I still got stonewashed denim, Bobby Brown patent leather
Members Only jacket, ain't nobody fresher than me
[Chorus: Big Pooh]
I said I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin hand-me-down, raggedy hood clothes
Call me ugly, man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club, yea we probably should clothes
(Yea) I said I got on my good clothes (What?)
You know i got on my good clothes
Husky jeans, patent leather, I wore those
I got on my good clothes
(Check it out) I got on my good clothes
[Phonte talking:]
Y'all lookin good tonight, but some of ya'll thats in the room
I can't front, like you at the bar,
It's hot in this club man so why you got that leather coat on, dawg?
Come on (Take that coat off, nigga)
And you, the big girl with the low-rise jeans on,
Got the fat hangin over the sides (Better go to lane bryant)
Girl, you got your gut bustin over the side of your jeans
It look like a muffin
Come on now, let's be ?
[Big Pooh:]
I got boxes of shoes, get shirts by the caseload
Size 48 jeans, how did they make those?
New Eras we take those, givin us good clothes
Nothin when you broke, when you ain't you don't spend dough
[Phonte:]
I had a homie at Azure, but he got tired
And another at ?, but he got fired
So ironic when you want it, you ? ? ?
But when you get cake, they can't wait to give you some shit
Yaknowhatimsayin?
[Chorus: Phonte]
(Uh) Cause now I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin hand-me-down, raggedy hood clothes
Call me ugly, man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club, yea I probably should clothes
(Yea, uh) Say I got on my good clothes (What?)
(Uh) Say I got on my good clothes
Yo, 40 free now I got all these good clothes
I got on my good clothes
I got on my good clothes (Yea)
[Phonte talking:]
Shout out to all my good clothes suppliers (Uh)
Talkin about my man, ?, Lindsay
Talkin about my homegirl, Porsche
Talkin about my man, Neil Nice, ?
Talkin about my man, ? (Uh)
(Yea) We got on these good clothes
The joy of children laughing, these are the makings...
1... 2... it's like this... Little Brother, Pete Rock, another sure shot, another banger
Soul survivor, Part 2... for me and you, let's get it.
[Chorus:]
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
[Verse 1:]
Master of ceremony
Controlled territory
It's tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a better story
And laying tracks cause it's better for me
Calm but predatory, sun niggaz even when the weathers stormy
My crew is down to do whatever for me
Got my back like scoliosis when I'm handling mine
Find it hard though to manage my time
Between the gaming and rhymes, without severing my family ties
But yo! That's what happens when the world is loving you
Groupies skipping pills with I'll plans of fucking you
A high price for fame that is non-refundable
All in the hopes of one day coming out with a double-u
I know it sound crazy right?
Even though it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix
It's Pete Rock on the snair drums and laying the kicks
And on the real I wouldn't trade it for shit
Let's get it up right now, come on...
[Chorus:]
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
Little brother you controlling it now
[Verse 2:]
I got the magna rocks Still heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got that shit for blocks
HIP-HOP when we walk
HIP-HOP when we talk
You can hear it our slang, and see the New York
We bought back 94 when the music was pure
Everybody made jams 93' and before
Hearing "Illmatic" first on the trip to the store
Lost my mind but I knew it was that we had to work toward
Forward... On we move now, my life is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread news
Daily digesting some more wack shit
Mother-fuckers better stick to the script
We need you back Jay
Ya'll dudes know now we not for play
You want it funky come around my way
(For Real) You can choose to rock or choose to roll
I chose Pete cause he got the soul... yea let's get it going ya'll
[Chorus:]
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
[Verse 3:]
King cobra rapper crew
I'll Cap-I-tan, never roll a foot soilder
We push over you pushovers
Lil pussies need to douche over
Mass and Gills, scott hare will make em' gush over
Pussy and poetry two things that's good for ya
We rock hard just like the hood told us
That fake shit I never could show you
We ought to keep it true and authentic
In they videos trying to walk with it
L.B. put the street talk in it
From right now till the day that we forfeit it
Just making sure that ya'll get it in time to put my heart in it
Little Brother crushing all gimmicks, like what...
[Chorus:]
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
I wanna rock with you
So get on the floor with me
I wanna give it to ya baby
[sampling "Emerald City Sequence" from The Wiz]
[x4:]
You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR
[Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
Hehe, gotta have flash and flare
Flamboyant on y'all
{This is a Little Brother exclusive}
9th, Wonder... L.E.G.A.C.Y... uh, Phonte
These rappers babble on how they time'll come one day
That shit'll never come like mail on a sunday
You lackin somethin, must be the flash or somethin
We love tainted, pure L.E.G.A.C.Y. and Tay'll get you
Frustrated, groups break up like B2K
Don't care how you spit nigga, got +Flair+ like Rick nigga
Critics thought they sank me but I hold my float
They tried to hang me but I'm dope-on-a-rope
Doom style, get on stage and boo the crowd
From my throne patient, hold my own like masturbation
I, let off, look on but L.E.G's off
Reachin for figures, the Feidian chips
I'm diarrhea nigga, you ain't ready for this shit
Stop you dead in your tracks, what's f'in with dat?
I wish a muh'fucker WOULD, shit I'm that fuckin good
Come stocked with raps but you gotta have flash
[x4:]
You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR
[overlapping: Phonte]
Uh, give it to me now...
Fucked up, brah...
[imitaing Dave Chappelle playing Rick James]
They never shoulda gave us niggers MONEY!
What about yo' raps Phonte, and, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder and L.E.G.A.C-eeeeeeeey!
Uh, excuse me playa, no I don't mean to bother ya
But just in case the beat is hittin too hard for you
Just know, Phonte is doin his job, 'cause I
Stay on the scene like cinematographers
This is not a game, this a whole 'nother conference
I done, gree-det and meet and thoughts is sharper now
Niggaz got questions like Barbara Walters
While the so-called playas pro'lly won't even talk to us
Phonte is rap for real, ya Massengill
Just thespians in the Screen Actors Guild
I really wanna re-lax and chill
But y'all fuckers gon' make me relapse for real
And take it back to '98 on you niggaz
When I was straight disablin niggaz
Iron Mics, 1st place, Cats-Cradling niggaz
I ain't got time to play witchu niggaz
For now that's all I gotta say to you niggaz
This is history in the making and y'all's ain't been made yet
This is the single the radio ain't played yet
Tay is not a safe bet, Raleigh niggaz tried to carry me
But, I'm already at my Apex, holla!
[x4:]
You, got to have FLASH, and FLAIR
[Phonte overlaps:]
Younahmsayin?
Niggaz tryna get on the mic
With all that goddamn rappity-rappity-rappin-and-rappin and all that shit...
With no flash, no emotion, no passion, no conviciton...
Nigga, you just a talking head!
And meanwhile, I'm holla'n at'cha girl, and she talkin head
Yanahmsayin, c'mon!
(We gon' do it, we gon' do it...)
[Intro: Phonte]
Uh, uh, uh...
In case you're now just tunin in
This is... North Carolina's finest
Little Brother, run for cover
And y'all know the blackness mighta got a hold of us
And we missed that plane to the Netherlands
We goin worldwide right now to Japan, all my peoples in Osaka
Tokyo, and Fu-koko, and ALL of dat, yaknahmsayin?
Party with the fly cuties, all the honeys...
All the b-boys and b-girls wanna hear that REAL hip-hop, y'all
We 'bout to take it to you, bring it to you live like this right here
I go by the name, of uh, Motivational Speaker Wolfgang Flowers
A/k/a Tiggalonious a/k/a Phonte from Little Brother
My man, Big Pooh, let 'em know a lil' somethin, c'mon!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
The last man standin; Pooh outlast any banned American or tally
Meet me in the alley, you wanna go blow for blow
I stand, toe to toe with any average Joe
Above average, yo, please feel me flow
I set the mic ablaze. then watch it burn to the flo'
So skill, when I handle the bill
Dismantle at will, do my thang then it's time to chill
Take time to build, with the fam on the downtime
I drown rhyme with the fifth of the If
If you miss, I'll extinguish, I mean this
A mean bitch, like a chick on her cycle
I fight dudes and spite rules, real dirty
I hope the world heard me, now watch somebody test 'em (watch)
I'm so pessimistic, I try to tell ya
Beforehand, but the people wouldn't listen
[Chorus:]
Everybody in the house, if you feelin alright
Put a hand in the air, let's get it tonight
Let's get it tonight, if you feelin alright
Put a hand in the air, we makin moves y'all
And all the ladies in the house, if you feelin alright
Gotcha outfit on, and ya jeans is tight
Let's get it tonight, if you feelin alright
LB and we about to show and prove, y'all
[singing interlude:]
(Check me) Thought you was gon' take what's mine
Oh no! - I got-ta have it
LB's on the top of the liiiine
OH NO! - I GOT-TA HAVE IT! - Nigga!
[Phonte:]
When I step on stage, that's when the joy ends
Hoes be whisperin, mad 'cause I dissed they boyfriends
Lookin at me askin Tay, "Why you so mean? "
It's 'cause I'm the most slept-on since codeine, and niggaz want beef
Or can't take the protein, irons, and minerals
Crush you Minute Maid-rappers in 30-second intervals (uh)
Album couldn't see one of my interludes
Have you spittin and stutterin like Tavis Smiley in his interviews (ah-burbeeburbeebeeboo...)
You wack emcees be warned, sick of niggaz wantin
To freestyle all night, but can't perform
My nigga, showmanship is what counts (uh!)
You gets no dough, your mic check just bounced (BOING!)
And came back with a "funds denied" stamp with it
Rap today is like a Minstrel/menstrual Show, even I'm catchin stomach cramps in it (uhh!)
It wouldn't matter if you put your whole camp in it
It's just a +Flavor+ for y'all +Cold Lamp+ with it, wha?
[Chorus: w/ ad-libs]
On the track, never takin it back - (and we about to show and prove, y'all)
Like this and like that, tune in live to the sounds of the L and the B and the J and the L
(It's LB and we about to show and prove, y'all)
That's Little Brother and the Justus League, if you didn't know it
[Chorus: w/ sainging Percy Miracles ad-libs and background saingers 'til the end of the song]
We got to have it! C'mon baby
WHOO! C'mon baby, baby c'mon
(Y'all cain't have shit!)
MIGGER!
[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
Rapper Pooh's in the motherfuckin buildin
Phonte's in the buildin, Joe Scudda's in the buildin
DJ Babu's on the motherfuckin BEAT!
From NC, to LA
[Lil' Fame "G. Building":]
"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'm a split your shit in! "
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Here we go, yo; niggaz tryna box me in
How the fuck am I suppose to win?
Bruh, Poobie stay cool like I'm West Coast pimpin with Schwinn
I'm a keep doin me, I just pimp with a pen
Til the day that I reach my end
I'm a always do me first, fucker 'fore I let you in
Ronnie J. is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
Muh'fuckers I ain't take it from him (take it from him)
I done been criticize, critique to stone
Even had people tell me I should leave it alone
How you gon throw rocks, but you don't want the throne
Try and keep a nigga outta his zone
You ain't never wrote a rap in your life,
Or even handle bars to put yourself on the mic, but you talk about ME
If I talk about you, you won't buy my CDs'
I'm talkin 'bout y'all, tell me what it's gon be, WHAT? !
[Chorus: Darien Brockington]
(Holla, holla, holla, holla)
I'm just huuuuman
I'm onnnnly a maaaaaaaan...
And I'm doooooin the best that I caaaaan, yeah...
I was yooooou, would you pleeeease understand, yeah...
[Lil' Fame "G. Building":]
{"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'm a split your shit in"}
[Joe Scudda:]
Yeah, J-O, aiyyo I'm sick of all the whinin and the bitchin
I swear you act like a bunch of ladies
Cause all you every do is cry like a bunch of babies
Do you really think that y'all opinion with Joe will switch my flow?
Fuckin crazy; you done fell down and bumped your head
You can suck my dick, that's what the fuck Joe said
Simple and plain, I wanted you to catch that shit
I said it, I meant it, so NO I don't regret that shit
But I still got fans that keep it real with Joe
They love my cocky persona and the ignorant flow
They say, "Fuck 'em, ya ignorant Joe"
My manager told me to murder everything, so I'm killin 'em doe
And I'on't really give a fuck if you quote my shit
But it's me, and I should know cause I wrote my shit
Guess this game, truly is a gift and a curse
You said you hate me so I KNOW you gon luh this verse, what? !
[Chorus]
[Phonte:]
Peace to D.P.'s and Alchemisssst
And dis is dedicated to them bastard whicccch
Gave me and the crew dey ass to kiss
That's why I'm bout to be Reborn, this verse is just a Braxton hits
(C'mon) Just imagine if, you spend your whole life working hard
And still had niggaz hatin and frontin
Everybody, yeah they own your shit, but got they bones to pick
Like we was playin Operation or sumthin
Maybe then you might lose it, get a little madder
Wanna choke a nigga, maybe slap a cracka
Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like,
"Fuck these rap geeks, I'm rhymin with Project Pat-a"
I know that's probably too much for y'all
I can tell on the nerves that I'm touchin on
I'm just stayin on my grind like bicuspids, dawg
I ain't got time to fuck with y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon
[Intro:]
Uhh! Little Brother
Uhh! Mr. Porter
Uhh! Aiyyo Denaun this a
This a provocative-ass beat my nigga~! I ain't gon' lie
Like, this shit so hard, it's so provocative
Before I could do it I had to go get a manicure, a pedicure
A cucumber melon facial wrap
And now nigga I'm spittin this shit, I got on a raspberry colored mockneck
And some Babajeux [?] cologne, OHH~!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Chances are I've raised the bar
Never first at the finish but here I are
Niggaz gettin out of hand 'til I raised the par
Yeah I took a few lumps, I don't easily scar
And after number two heard they tried to tar, but baby I'm back
Now I see folks tryin to sit where I sat
Shakin my hand like SHIT, it's like that?
And this is all fact
[Phonte:]
All factual, all actual
Now they lookin at me, eyes all glassy now
From the chickenhead hoes with the weaves and perms
To the coffeeshop bitches with the naturals
'Member when they didn't even wanna ask me out
Now they all wanna know how they can be down
Didn't think I'd make it rhymin, but I'm still grindin
Look at 'Te shinin, are you happy now?
[Chorus: Rapper Big Pooh, Phonte]
Everybody say praise the lord
Ain't another like me, I swear to God
Everybody wanna be amongst the stars
So now I gotta go and do it extra hard
Yeah, steppin out extra hard
New aim, new game, fresh feet on the car
Don't ever let a nigga tell you who you are
So when you gotta show 'em, go extra hard
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Uhh~! Say I'm good, say I'm great
Couple niggaz took a shot but they both late
They both cake, soft like a styrofoam plate
You wanna see the champ, better get into shape
Get into weights, mix berry protein shakes
Rapper Go Hard, I don't need no breaks
Let me hear another word, I ex-pose fakes
I done took all the shit I'm a take, that's word
[Phonte:]
Say word on the street is, 'Te stay flowin
Just show him where the beat is
It'd be so nice if he wasn't an elitist, bullshit homey!
I'm a grown-ass man, just call it as I see it
Flow so dumb it's borderline genius
All the way from NC to Phoenix
We get bread and it spreads like an epidemic
'Te three point oh nigga this is the remix
I done upgraded y'all, catch up, uhh
[Chorus]
[singing Interlude:]
Uhh~! Everybody thinks I'm crazy
Cause I don't do what they do
Cell phones stop ringin at night
I'm thinkin - where are my bitches!
Nobody wants to see you when you're down and out
These niggaz gon' turn their backs on you
Wish that they could see me now
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Uhh, let's go, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) uhh (uhh)
All my NC niggaz go extra hard
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Uhh, let's go, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) uhh (uhh)
All my niggaz worldwide go extra hard
Real story, like I was
I was playin this, this record
For a friend of mine y'knahmsayin we was just chillin
I was just playin her the album and like
She was like, "Yo I love the record, record is incredible
But y'know something's different
Y'knahmsayin somethin it just ain't the same"
I said nigga that's the point~!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
My momma told me that this music was cool
All she ever wanted from me was to graduate from school
But I, had other plans so I bid school adieux
I called Food Lion, had to tell 'em I was through
No more stockin peas and corn
I was born for a much greater purpose, do you this service
Margie got nervous, but timers don't sweat
8 years, I ain't been back yet
Lack of time on your TV sets, no radio spins
Momma askin her son, what he doin for ends
Spendin weeks on the road, ma this ain't for pretend
Unheard to the creme de la creme, keep bouncin
On beats pouncin, cat reflexes
Had yo' attention when I pulled up in Lexus
Big like Texas, G's on the checklist
You ain't gotta ask ma I'm bringin home the breakfast
Gotta respect this
[Chorus:]
(Momma I got dreams, but dreams don't keep the lights on)
I'm a make money money
And if I can't make it I'm a take money money
What you say buddy buddy?
(Momma I got dreams, but dreams don't keep the lights on)
Bills paid, bank account ensured
Top of the world screamin fuck that, get yours!
[Phonte:]
I still go the crib and see my niggaz on the corner
Chillin with the pounds on they waist, gettin old
Gettin round in the face and when I hang with them
They ask me if "The Minstrel Show" means I'm ashamed of them
Well - I can't say that I'm proud, but only sayin
Can't say I'm allowed to judge, I'm just glad to see you
Cause truth be told, if my records never sold
And I wasn't raised this bold, nigga I would probably be you
I've been God blessed with the gift to make music
It took me all over the continent
But still got boys on the block and fam, smokin rock
So please, miss me with that conscious shit
I spent many a sleepless night because of it
Until I had to shake that shit off and reach the conclusion
That every now and then you gotta axe yourself
Do you really wanna win or just look good losin?
It's no illusion, yes yes
[Chorus]
[Outro: singing]
La la la la la la LAHHHH!
Momma I got dreams... [music slowly fades out]
Yeahhh...uh
Yeahhh...uh
[Phonte:]
'Bout a 9 on the Richter Scale
wit a whole lotta mixtapes and shit to sale
Soon as the LB hit the shelves
Y'all niggaz is ass out like Chip & Dale's
Not rescue rangers, we don't rescue strangers
who jump ship, 'cause they ain't think our ship would sail
and now they tremblin, cause Tay's the Gremlin
who won't let y'all niggaz eat after twelve
Me and my team, yeah we be lampin
and let y'all silly niggaz, yeah we be laughin
Y'all ain't gory fellas, ya'll, are storytellers
on some, "Well y'know this one time at band camp..." shit
You don't wanna go to war wit the Cap'n
Tell ya boy to fall back like he was relapsin
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
[Supastition:]
You can voice your opinion, you could front on my LP
Criticize all you want but cain't none of ya tell me (what?)
that I don't deserve this; you lucky that we breathin
Trust me, there's a REASON I'm runnin wit LB
And we ain't goin out main crippled by the industry
Since rollin out the fame triple tremendously
The hunger still there, must I remind these dudes
when dinner is frozen pizza and Chinese food
I'm self-managed, self-made, and certainly self-centered
Nobody would take the job so I cast myself in it
(By choice) I'm independent, you'll understand inna minute
Learn from all the red tape, I went through in the beginning
(Gimme mine!) But see the bad side is Supastition
I'ma, do it to death and here's proof I did it, ja'know?
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Young'n you write cautious, I flow nauseous
You Datsun, we Porsches; sturrin up losses
for bosses or so-called bosses
Runnin back home to you porches, nauseous
Cause and effect, it's because of me
you don't get no respect, and you ain't learned yet
that you are no threat, and I will not fret
I get more love than you on your own set
I'm willin to bet you got someone in ya ear
Tellin you, all the pretty shit you wanna hear
Like how you gon really put a end in my career
Keep sayin, "You a beast" Muh'fucker, not here
'Cause I am the king, and this is my throne
And all that treason will not be condoned
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
[Rhymefest:]
This is the Black Civil War (war); poor vs. the poor
Hood vs. the block, what's Down South vs. at all
Small town vs. the big city (city)
kinda like Pac vs. Biggie, we get to see the herds creep
I'm the street, while the labels is thirs-TY
Laughin and placin bets like, (ha ha) "Who gon have the biggest first week?"
WOOOW! See James Brown bit the dust
Everybody said, "Don't nobody speak for US!!"
You cain't tell a nigga shit, turn the speakers up
Get the freaks for us, light the reefer up
All that Malcolm X {?} too deep for us
Yeah, you right so that spells defeat for us
Naw I'm wearin my vest, and I'm loadin my Tec
and I'm reppin my set, WHAT DA FUCK YOU EXPECT?! BLAOW!!
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
I'ma do it to death! (uh)
I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...)
[Intro: Oddisee]
Man, Tay.. Bout time y'all came out as y'all man
I told you Georgia Ave., they be POPPIN' shawty
You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out this joint from high
ykahmsayin?
They bring 'em from all over, ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop
You know what it is doe, mama sauce and chicken wangs
It ain't a thang huh man, let's go..
[Phonte:]
Uh, she got that thang about her
The type of thang that make a nigga wanna sang about her
and when he sang, the whole crowd sang along about her
And when he get off the stage, he gon kick off his A's and tell his mom about her
So single and carefree, all the ballas willing to pay like a hairpiece
But she don't want no drama 'bout her
Cause when she get a man, that nigga understand
he walkin through the mall wit his arm around her
I used to see her in the back of my mind, all the various times
and be like, "Damn, mama!"; even my grandfather
say you was the marryin kind, not conceited
She just act stuck-up, to we not the fuck-ups
Cause to her it's more important, like the old folks say
"Boy it's more than courtin' when the seasons change
Then you need to change, and she be your umbrella in the freezin rain"
Now do your thang, mama
[Chorus: Phonte singing]
The, way you walk
The, way you're talkin to me
Got me de-luuuuuusional
(Just want you to know you're, very special)
The, way you walk
The, way you're talkin to me
Got me de-luuuuuusional
(And I wanna sing a song about youuuuuu)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
You talkin good young'n
I mean I'm hearin all the things like you talkin somethin
I mean I'm hearin what you sayin and the things you wantin
Sayin I could give 'em to you, ain't no need in frontin'
You was stuck on the image, you ain't seen me comin
Work hard for everything, you don't see me stuntin
Pooh a whole runt here that won't catch me ?buttin?
I said all that to really say this young'n
You're worth more than a dime
See you everyday but it's not enough time
I'm a wordsmith, couldn't find the right lines
Beauty's skin deep, call the goods behind the blinds
Point them other niggaz to the back of the line
Now I'm thinkin change, couple carats in your future
Glass window-stained, at the summertime spot where the couples hang
Gettin ahead of myself, girl do ya thang
Gon do ya thang, gon do it..
[Chorus]
[Oddisee:]
Where it said looks don't matter turned a blind eye to beauty
A thin waistline and a giant wide booty
Lemme keep it conscious, I'm diggin on a cutie
who's doin sumthin to me, not a floozy wit da NA-AHH
Back on that ig'nant, forget Miss Amurrican
The universe spittin this here for Miss Thickness
So D.C. - so polite and chocolate-dury
Young'n on The Ave., got me sites the goddess…
[Phonte: singing]
She's the one, you call on when you need a friend (need a friend)
And EVERY-body wants to know her naaaaaame
When you're down and out, she let you hold a twenty to Friday
(Every first day from tennnn)
Miss Sexy Girl, just want you to come my way, ohhhh-hhh, yeah
[Phonte:]
Yo, yeah, huh, it's Phontigga
You know I been doing my thing
Foreign Exchange things, y'knahmsayin?
All kind of things
Then you got my brother Big Pooh
He doing his things, Dirty Pretty Things
A whole bunch of things
We gon' do this thing one last time man
It's Little Brother
Aiyyo, automatic, systematic, me and my nigga at it
Last go round for the pound, get your Instamatics
With all the pictures added, we put our stamp on it
Not being Cam'Ronish, I mean +Diplomatic+
I say what I feel till I ain't gotta say no more
I dedicate this to the A&Rs;
That said LB is the game but they ain't playing ball
And all the turncoat niggas who forgot what we was playing for
So you can call this the day tomorrow
It's the removal of a fixture, a complicated picture
And not even Clarissa could +explain it all+
You're mad with me? Tough tity, get a training bra
This is the marathon I have been training for
Ever since me and Big Pooh was getting rental cars
Ever since Khrysis banging out on the ASR
Never leave the game, just changed the way I play the cards
[Chorus: Phonte]
Aiyyo, who them boys that make the record feel "so good"?
Turn the speakers up and let the record kill
Don't stop, you know it don't quit
But when it's curtain call, then that's all you gon' get
We do it like this, one time, make the record feel "so good"
Turn the speakers up and let the record kill
Don't stop, you know we don't quit
But when it's curtain call, then that's all you gon' get
And we do it like this
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
This is it, the last monologue
Last act in the play, you can say the epilogue
New hooks to begin dear friends
You can always press rewind and relive it again
Listening in '03 made the people take notice
Shout to Beni B even though shit was bogus
Toured around the world, came home, new deal
Chittlin Circuit out, thank Koch for the meal
Minstrel Show here looking for mass appeal
Guess they wasn't ready for the real on the real
It did what it did, know them boys bounced back
Hit drawn with a car, Gangsta Grillz got that
Boogie came through before Getback dropped
Three became two but the party ain't stop
Before the curtain close, before the music ends
Had the time of my life, let me thank you again
It's LB
[Chorus: Phonte]
[Phonte:]
Yeah, shout out to all the fans that's been supporting us from day one
Big ups to y'all
Shout out to all the brothers coming up in the game
That's continuing this tradition of what we started, carrying the torch
Big ups to my peoples Tanya Morgan, J. Cole, Jay Electronica
[Intro: Kardinal Offishall]
Mick Boogie, waddup??
Justus League, WADDUP??
KARDINAL! (OH!)
Konvict, Black Jays! UH!
[?], knowwhatI'msayin?
Cadillac, T-Dot [?] due out my niggaz!
Let's GO!!
[Intro: Photne]
It's Little Brother (uh-huh!)
Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder (heheheh..)
This how we doin it (Jeah!! Show 'em what's goin on, my nig)
Letï's get it goin, check it out
[Phonte:]
They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this
Get real, LB and - form unholy alliances
Solely for the purpose of rhyming is - recommended
You keep your eye on this
cause, I am this MC wit an iron fist
that, hammers out each style that I've invented
Hammers out each flows that I've presented
A solider for my squad like I enlisted
HOJ still swingin the guillotine
from here to the Philippines, it's just as I intended
Muh'fuckers still say dey ain't feelin me
You niggaz is killin me, it's just as I envisioned
And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionist
I ain't even gotta drop no more bars for this
Better dodge the draft, you don't want no war with this, c'mon!
[Chorus x2: Phonte]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
I see you niggaz tryna cross that line
Don't stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock
But I ain't finna let you steal my shine
[Kardinal Offishall:]
Yo, I am now who's with an iron fist
I am one of the last standing true ly-ricist
Look in my irises, all of my words insist
on bein consistent, I hope that you fine wit dis
Whether you signed to backpack and I'm killin all of you
wack-winding, flowin off-time and weak-minded - (never mind)
My mind sprays like AKs' and Lebanon (BBBBBBBBRRRR!!!)
Speech is mad colorful like ice cream and Benetton
Fuck up a nigga real QUICK!! - and that's the shit I'm on
Take out EMCEEEEEEES!!! - Once-A-Day like a vit-amon
CHEA!! A rap vitamin, my circle stays tighter than
a virgin on birth control - I'm like a leviathan
When [?] to put the trite and they [?] MOTIF!!
Iï've been declared a world THREAT - when 9th Wonder's on the BEAT!
(CHEA!!!) Phonte, Big Pooh, and the Justus League
A lotta rappers soudin like they put crack in dey weed
BLACK JAYS!!
[Chorus x2: Phonte, Kardinal Offishall]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
CHEA! I see you niggaz tryna cross that line
Donï't stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock
Yea, and I'll be damned if you steal my shine, c'mon!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
(BIG POOH!!) You in the presence of one of the greats
Ask niggaz from state to state, they say "Rapper"
I'm in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter
Glassjaw niggaz get shattered; I'm not flattered
Fried-chicken niggaz get battered
then laced with a [?] to served on a platter, HOT!
Right here if you want it or not
Got a mean 16 that came off the top
Ain't have no dough, walked off the lot
Came back next week and cop, I got some old shit
So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit
I'm light years in front of my foes
My Chi-Town niggaz be like, "Pooh, you so cold"
In H-Town, they be like "Poobie gettin th'owed"
Wool parka trench straight down to the flo'
We the Trillest muh'fuckers in the South, yee ain't kno?!
[Chorus x2: Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
I see you niggaz tryna cross that line
Don't stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock
Baby, we've been together for so long
And I just don't know, why you continue to do me
The way you wanna do me?
I checked your cell phone and I saw a number
I didn't notice he called on that, so somethin' tells me
Either yo' mama done change the number or you cheatin'
How could you do this to me after all these years?
Girl I don't know what in the fuck you think this is
Always tryna play around and tell lies while you are not at home
Sorry girl, you busted now, I saw the number on yo' cell phone
You cheatin'
You was cheatin'
(Yes you was)
Caught you creepin'
(Yes I did)
To the window, to the wall
Skeet-skeetin'
(You triflin' hoe)
Heavy breathing
(Yes you was)
Now I'm leavin'
(I got to walk out right now)
('Cause I just can't take it girl, you was cheatin')
You was cheatin'
(Yes you was)
Caught you creepin'
(Yes I did)
To the window, to the wall
Skeet-skeetin'
(You dirty bitch)
Heavy breathing
(Yes you was)
Now I'm leavin'
(I got to get outta here)
('Cause I just can't take it no more)
La la, Percy don't you know?
We've been through this type of thing before
Oh Lord, but this time it's different, I know I ain't trippin'
I looked in the cell phone, saw another man's digits
Well now, you must be trippin'
'cause you know it's not the same
She caught you from her mama house
And maybe her number changed
No, she got the two-thousand minute plan
Callin' her minuteman, I'm packin' the kids up
We gone in the minute babe, she was cheatin'
(No don't do it Percy)
You was cheatin'
(Yes you was)
Caught you creepin'
(Yes I did)
To the window, to the wall, skeet-skeetin'
(You cold busted)
Heavy breathin'
(Out the door)
Now I'm leavin'
(No mo' checks and no mo' child support)
Oh my God
You was cheatin'
(Fuck that)
Caught you creepin'
(I can't believe that she would do this to me)
To the window, to the wall, skeet-skeetin'
(Give her another chance, Percy)
She don't deserve it
Heavy breathin'
(No no
Now she's leavin'
(No she don't)
(Let me count the ways that I loved you girl)
I say, one, two, three, four, five
Really wanted you to be my wife
Then I say six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Really wanted you to be my friend
Then I say eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
Can't, think of nothin' that rhyme wit', fifteen
Oh Lord, the background singers just messed up
(Well, Percy I don't give a fuck)
Well, tell me where we gonna go
(We're going to 'The Minstrel Show')
You was cheatin'
(Yes she was)
Caught you creepin'
To the window, to the wall, skeet-skeetin'
(We're live at the show and I don't know where to go, baby)
Heavy breathin', now I'm leavin'
(Oh, I'm so hurt, I'm so tired, I don't know what to do)
(I'm so turned around and I just turn around of seein' faces)
(And then I just wanna bawl out)
I know how you feel Percy
(You was cheatin', caught you creepin)
You don't understand
Believe me, I know how you feel
(To the window, to the wall, skeet-skeetin')
How do you know?
(Heavy breathin')
You know in your heart
(Now I'm leavin')
Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
Get a cup, get to drinking
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking
Carolina Agents, get a flick
Get a chick, get a Days Inn
Come through with the crew
And they know we be makin' noise
They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"
Might wanna call ya bet off
The fix is in and y'all can't contend
With this joint we 'bout to set off
Everytime Phonte come in ya town
Throwin' it down, couple rounds get let off
In commemoration of his penetration
Through ya defense and it's a celebration
Of when everybody cheerin' for me in the Skybox
'Cuz my team break-fast like IHOP
And if you get scared, you will get served
Televised nationwide like insurance
And you too will feel a aftershock
Ten years later still be a laughing stock
'Cause we always make the play in the house
And we callin' niggaz out like graduation day
9th wonder's the editor, Pooh's the predator
But Tay is the creditor I'ma make 'em pay
(Ya know)
Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
Get a cup, get to drinking
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking
Carolina Agents, get a flick
Get a chick, get a Days Inn
Come through with the crew
And they know we be makin' noise
They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"
I ride with it shiznit's wicked
Mind over pretend I did it with no gimmicks
My, pro image throwback vintage
Every time you can read it in my sentence
Pray repentence, niggaz is comin' young'n
Gunning, like [unverified] and them
See Pooh gon' step back and start warying them
(Ha)
My God, my squad, go hard
Remind young Do of junkyard
We trunk y'all like Shaq with Kobe
Niggaz running, man there's only 30 sold?
You can fold if ya wanna, this lukewarm summer
Mean ball hard for the rest of the year
Got bitches back naked like it's hot in here
If you scared say you scared I can smell the fear nigga
Yo, I will not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it poppin')
Kickin' the truth and just sticking to the doctrine
I'm here to tell you, failure is not an option
Streets are watchin' people plottin'
LB is in the house and we keep it poppin'
(Let 'em know)
The beats are droppin', verses ready
Big Do is in the house so checks are heavy
And C Simms is holding the camera extra steady
'Cuz when I'm on stage it's hard to stand still
The haters be like, "Give it a rest already"
I don't give a fuck 'bout how you and ya man feel
(Ya know)
Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
Get a cup, get to drinking
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking
Carolina Agents, get a flick
Get a chick, get a Days Inn
Come through with the crew
And they know we be makin' noise
[Intro: Phonte]
Woo~! Uhh, Illmind; aiyyo man
I don't know what the fuck they thought this was gon' be y'knahmsayin but
It's like, it's like y'knahmsayin
When you be sittin back listenin to shit like this
Y'know you start takin inventory
Like I know niggaz is boppin and shit I know niggaz is feelin it but like yo
This is what I been through in the past year
This is where I'm at with my shit now, yo listen
[Phonte:]
I used to do it for the fans
'Til I realized that they'd never understand
What I was feelin as a man, fickle as Trav' Bickle
They either hatin you or they they'll stand
Then I said I'd do it for my fam
'Til I realized that they didn't give a damn
I stepped out of they comfort zone
Now I can't step, can't step inside my mother's home
Situation so nuts
So much for tryin to be a man
Then I said I'd do it for the props
'Til I realized that the props always seem to stop
When niggaz can't keep you all to theyself
Take you home, put you in they little box
Then I said I'd do it for my city
'Til I realized that I shoulda been warned
I stepped inside the ring, rockin my best apparel
Ma, I own the sparrow, but this torero
Couldn't take the bull city by the horns
So now I'm back on my me shit
Cause me and my team gon' make it do what it do
Had a long hard talk with my nigga Jazzy Jeff
He said, "Fuck 'em 'Te, do it for you! "
So I'm doin it to
Lay up, lay back, in my room with a view
Wanna handle my biz on the low, keep it respectable
Make my music, keep it professional
I know you hate it, what the fuck else is new?
[Chorus:]
Oh - they say it's in the music
People turn they backs and your friends won't do shit
Feel like a nigga can't win for losing
But they still can't stop the movement
Hey! They say it's in the music
People turn they backs and your friends won't do shit
Feel like a nigga can't win for losing
But they still can't stop the stop
They can't stop the stop
They can't stop the - oh!
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
I had to sit and assess
Why all my favorite groups is a mess
Then I'm like they probably split for the best
They had to make room for the rest
Now we on the brink of success
Niggaz gettin praised by the press
Niggaz gettin backed by Qwest, LB is the new conquest
Throwback sound that's fresh, oh yes!
Everybody's hitched to the wagon, best kept secret
Somebody leaked it, inked with a major
Watch how they freak it, gotta show the people we can keep it - tight
Deep down though felt somethin wasn't right
Gotta keep pushin despite
That everybody changed overnight
When them numbers came back light
Now we outta mind, outta sight
Me and 'Te still doin it RIGHT~!
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah! The great Sam Cooke sang to the world
"A change is gon' come"
I believe a change is here
The change is right now
I wanna give a shout out, to my people that, helped me weather the storm
Y'knahmsayin, my man Pretty Tony, Uncle Joc, O-Dash
We ride together forever my niggaz
[Phonte:]
Ya'll know what time it is
And Justus for All
Little Brother
It's that time again
Time to get loose
Time to give it to em'
We gon' keep doin' our thing
Get it right to the people
Yeah, let's get it goin'
Yo, give the drummer some, Pipe down, give the plummer some
You are checking out the number one
Assassinator of lame ducks
Phontigga got the game fucked like a cummerbun
Young C, we got another one
Giving these niggaz another run for their money
I'm the crap table when them dice get hot
Phonte doin' shock, put your money on the spot
People wanna ask Tay, "Why you so mad?"
I say it's because comfortable niggaz like you ain't made enough
The war for our minds, just intensifies
We got bigger fish to fry, nigga so +batter+ up
We on the battlefield with the monster, man
Pretty soon your own thoughts gonna be contraband
They can harass, abuse, and try to knock us
As long as we got breath, man, they can't stop us
[Interlude: Phonte]
A dedication to all the DJs keepin our music alive
All the people wantin' real Hip-Hop all over the world
As long as we out here doing out thing
They won't be able to shut us down, baby
This what we do, man
It's who we are, it's us, right here
[Chaundon:]
Fuck out of here, I just started gettin' mine
Niggaz got they hands out like an All State sign
Where were they when I was down on me luck
Now the beggin' for change, them niggaz came wit a sqwuigy and a cup
Another one is bitin' the dust; tables turned
I'm the man now, bitches fightin' over to fuck
See the best in New York is in the South
I gained a few pounds, no the overweight love is in the house
Shades on, I'm ready to stunt; Ladies love me
you couldn't pay a broad enough money to front
Not a chance, this nigga is nice; I was a "Thriller"
way before Michael Jackson teamed up with Vincent Price
You mad and you ready to fight?
I'm buffin your face on sides til you resemeble a knife
You lost twice, lick your wounds and bounce
Chaundon it was a winner's name when it was announced
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Some say I ain't reach my peak
Most niggaz max out after one year in the street
So you made a little tape, got a little pay
Nigga think he straight, til' he taste defeat
I see you in the mall next week, not a peep
Sellin' back change, cuz your ass can't eat
Listen, the game ain't built for the weak
Hammurabi Code, we don't turn the other cheek
The most consistent, the most complete
And still I got niggaz tryna play me cheap
That ain't a good look, you ain't heard I'm a good cook
And keep plenty recipes in my rap book
Most shook when they hear my name
It must be the skill, cuz I'm lacking the fame
There's plenty of areas, where I could place the blame
I wouldn't be a man if I asked for change
[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh]
I'd like to thank, all of the people
That's been ridin' and supportin' Little Brother
For the past five, six years
Also wanna thank all them hatin' muh'fuckers
That's been downin' us for the past five, six years
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Yeah...muh'fuckin Rapper..
H-O-J.."Soldiers of Fortune" coming soon..
You muh'fuckas still think this shit's sweet
Heh - uh..
You silly niggaz must got it confused, thinkin I'm gon move
or readjust my stance I got nuttin to lose
Muh'fuckas think they better cause they frontin with jewels
Look a lil' green nigga, tell me where's your blues (OW!)
I'm bad news; preach sermon minus the pews
You listenin close checkin for clues
I'm lookin for cues, eight-bar corner pocket Cash Rules
You don't wan' it wit me, dude
I bring back two for everyone that you lay
You're now standin on sankin ground and them boys don't play (nope)
Revolutionary like 'Shea, bitches gettin funky
on Pooh cause I said, "Not today"
Won't break neck or go outta my way
Never one to bite tounge, won't regret when I say, "I'm the best"
Keep fam close to the vest, attack rap like a full court press
Press pause, on mediocre niggaz spit spark, showin flaws
Your shit don't burn like ours, I'm military pressin these bars
I saw your life flashin not closing cars
I'm talkin bout your broad, nigga pannies and bras
Pay homage when you in a presence of stars.. and here we are
Shout out to Cleveland...
Shout out to Mick Boogie...
The whole state of Ohio...
Shout out to Sandusky...
That's for my nigga DJ Flash...
Yeah.. Shout out to Ray Cash...
He puttin Cleveland back on the map y'all..
CHEA!
[Ray Cash:]
I got it from here Pooh, damn (OW!)
You see the world is made up of the half the have-nots (nots)
Me and my niggaz from the other half of the haves
Seein life through the eyes of a ol time
When my rhymes was reminder where all these other niggaz'll still hustle
They need muzzles, dog they woof the heart
Figure I'll let 'em live, now later I whoop 'em hard
Y'all I swear to God, God I swear to D
Some niggaz G, but other niggaz don't compare to me
They ain't my pedigree, we ain't the same breed
We have nothing in common, not even the weed
See this shit that I'm smokin, not even seed
Take a hit of this and mybe you could be just where I be
Until then , you niggaz know they gang I claim
Recognize Bill St. Gang (do the damn thang!)
Chea! It's no place like home, I return wit'out Toto (wit'out Toto)
Had to turn away when Tony killed Minolo (uh)
If you remembered the beef then you should remember the speech:
Live life like a boss, a man dies on his feet
From the cradle to the grave where my regrets I should suffer
From now until then, I murder for my Little Brother
So, bring it on if you think you could hang
But if not then let me do my thang, yeah..
Mount, high, as, a mutha-fuckin, kite, holla
Ray, Will, chill, Mick, Boogie
[Intro: Phonte]
Hey baby look here, this new song I wrote it's got that nice groove
That everybody dancin to
And when I play it it kind of remind me of me and you
I mean, it's it's one more thing I wanna talk about now look
It's It's It's time now for you to come home now
Look everybody got there problems I'm dealin with mine
I I I done gave up my narcotic, I'm a changed man!
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Yo, how many ways can I say I'm done fishin?
You wanted the role, smashed the audition
Havin a partner for a man in my position
Eliminates the cooks in the kitchen
Still I got a taste for that fast food, foreign cars, many women
And some say that it was the life I was given
I say it don't matter if I work at Mickey D's
I still got a fix for what you got between your knees
On a new broad, you still one to one
Every once and again I like havin some fun
No disrespect intended but what's done is done
Women steppin out for love, men do it to cum
"Not a Player" like Pun, but when shorty's get to grabbin on me
The last thought I get is, "Poobie run! "
To them girls wishin all the starters will stun
But I gotta tell it like it is, hon - One!
[Chorus: Phonte (R&B; Sample)]
She say she love me won't leave me won't never let me go
But if you think of leavin you need to let me know
We better together than further apart
So darlin don't go breakin my heart (Don't go breakin my heart)
[Lil Wayne (R&B; Sample):]
Yeah! She say she love me won't leave me won't never let me go
But if you think bout leavin you need to let me know
We better together than further apart
So darlin don't go breakin my heart (Don't go breakin my heart)
[Verse 2: Phonte]
We was high school sweethearts, talkin since we was teens
Every mornin, and every ev-ening
Ten years later, she eatin that Lean Cuisine
I'm on the field, straight brawn off that Creatine
In the NFL - which mean Not For Long
City to city, all the groupies they hop along
Word get back, the wifey she like, "Stop the song"
"I'm takin the kids to my momma's, I'm out, I'm gone! " - whoa!
Momma was like, "Baby now, I hate to see your tears
But I been with your daddy for bout 35 yearsAnd in my day, I had to
Turn a blind eye to cheatin
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin right, by you and the kids
How you gon expect that man not to be who he is?
I ain't sayin that it's right, but we often pay the price
Cause a woman's life is love, a man's love is life
And he gon live it to the fullest,
And I ain't tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that ALL niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich Pit than a broke German Shepard, uh! "
[Chorus: Phonte]
She say she love me won't leave me won't never let me go
But if you think of leavin you need to let me know
We better together than further apart
So darlin don't go breakin my heart (Don't go breakin my heart)
She say she love me won't leave me won't never let me go
But if you think of leavin you need to let me know
We better together than further apart
So darlin don't go breakin my heart (Don't go breakin my heart)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Word up, I say I don't have nothin If I don't have you
Like Sade, you got the +Sweetest Taboo+
And my game is skin deep like the first tattoo
I gets all in your head just like shampoo
I just wanna fuck with you like rude polices
I don't want a broken heart because I lose the pieces
Hey! Girl don't play with my gangsta
And have the boy blue like the Texas Ranger
And I know cheaters never get crowned
So I play fair like roller coasters and clowns
Yeah! You gotta hold your soldier down
Even when the war is lookin like, it is right around the corner
And you don't wanna leave me believe me
Cause I can turn you on like, a personal TV
It's Young Weezy, I know what you thought
But I'm just here to play my part so, don't go breakin my heart
[Chorus: Lil Wayne (R&B; Sample)]
Yeah! She say she love me won't leave me won't never let me go
But if you think bout leavin you need to let me know
We better together than further apart
So darlin don't go breakin my heart (Don't go breakin my heart)
[Chorus: Phonte]
She say she love me won't leave me won't never let me go
But if you think of leavin you need to let me know
We better together than further apart
This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash, Rapper Big Pooh and
[L.E.G.A.C.Y.:]
Sick fluin' you, breakin' niggaz
Electric Boogalo, wire me, fire me, admire me
They hire me to do jobs, professional run through squads
I split em' come, come, drop the sewer
Should I hit em' up on some 'Pac Shakur shit?
On top of the globe, givin' the world violence, wants control
This the girl, she should've been on the album
Fuck it, I'm invincible, keepin' my bitches bendable
Like contortionist, wild life, the source of this
No wife, I won't forfeit this, revenge on some pork and shit
Oink muh'fucker, ever line on point muh' fucker
Eat your lame lines, say somethin', give me dinner
We move at the same time like we synchronized swimmers
Back strokin' and shit, got niggaz showboatin' this bitch
Twelve oceans with this, stay afloat with my click
Got titles/tidals, see the waves? Goin' all to em' DGA
[Chorus: scratches]
I'm the next best to reach em'
Formerly known as the best kept secret
I'm the next best to reach em'
Formerly, formerly known (Justus League!!)
I'm the next best to reach em'
Formerly known as the best kept secret
Formerly, formerly known
Formerly known as the best kept secret
[Phonte:]
I'm from a place where them boys been at
Where the Eastside and Southside niggaz went at
With the low lifes and heroin addicts; On my block
you should at least look hard, and I don't mean squint at
Or you might get tossed around; The spring sting
of the League, and I'mma show you how a boss get down
So homeboy remind yourself, rewind yourself
Or you could find yourself in the lost & found
Tay' aimin' where it hurts, and you can feel the pain
and anguish in the verse; and I pray this game don't
change me for the worse, Cause it's all permanent
RJ on the beat, so ya'll call it alternative
I don't give a fuck, just as long as ya'll burnin' it,
Nigga, I got next, motherfuck whoever turn it is
And when I'm on stage, live is how I hit em up
J. League's the second comin'/cummin' ya'll still tryna get it up
Nigga!
[Chorus]
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Who's the best that did it, the best to live it
Every line I hand paint a picture so vivid
It's the Mr. Crazy, nicest, maybe
We tryna get a leg up and then ash a lady
Eighty's baby, maybe you could get a chance
Take a minute to break, naw cuz he's back on
Nametag, swing, with my name in them
Other niggaz counterfit, ain't the same as him
Shame on them, I'm a bring the pain to them
I'm a make em never imitate the champion
They can't beat him, of course not, my thoughts rock
While I roll with the best crew, you group rocks
at the bottom of the bottom, I'm on top of the top
Black, green, I'm on every block
I done had it up to here, and this shit gon' stop
No wack nigga's gonna make a move on my spot
Open my eyes to a new day, spreading my wings
Taking shots to the crown 'cause I'm going through things
Everybody got their hands out
Coattails getting heavy 'cause I'm living my dream
I'm trying to school these young niggaz it ain't all what it seems
I still struggle just like you, and I still hustle just like you
But it just so happens that Big Pooh doing what he love to do
Get back on my work, 'cause I was penning on this piece last night
That'll drive these niggaz berserk
Tiggalo hit me up, "Pooh its time to murk"
Throw on a pair of sweats, A-1's, white shirt
Headed back to the shop, back to the spot where the hits keep coming
Stack them up like bricks, you can call me the mason of shit
Foundation has been rock solid no replacing, ya dig?
No replacing my nig, on everything that I live
We gonna let this bitch ride to our trains collide
Or we fall off track, and ain't no bringing me back
And everything that go for you the same applies to Pat
'Cause even though the birds ain't singin' and the sun ain't shinin'
It looks like a beautiful morning
Each day's another chance to do the things I could've
Done the day before, but I didn't and I known I should've
So I say a prayer for the gone for gooders
Who left this world, then kiss my girl "Good mornin', shuga"
Another sunrise, and as much as I would love
To roll over on you, I cannot do it because
The good Lord I prayed to him
And he said, "Niggaz is listening now"
So I better have something to say to 'em
So I'mma tell 'em how it went down, man
Doin' shows for free goin' outta town, man
The way I almost broke down and, got a 9 to 5
'Cause I had more press than the soundscans
This is the price that I pay for this music
And every word that I write is a testament to it
And if I had to go back, I wouldn't change a thing
Wouldn't re-cut it, re-edit, or change a frame
'Cause it would not be fair, to turn my back on the struggle
When that exact same hustle got me here
Told niggaz for the getup, we three the hard way
And Broadway's the only place
You'll ever throw a set up
Speechless is all you'd be if we ever met up
I survived far to much now to ever let up, motherfucker
'Cause even though the birds ain't singin' and the sun ain't shinin'
(We back at it!)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Uh, and like that I'm back at it to win
Rapper Pooh muh'fucker, don't ask again
So what I'm from the South, I don't "snap" with trends
I'm tryna fill my backpack, to the top with ends
Wanna ride real low and drive slow in the Benz
Play a lil' D-Brock, put 'em on to some skins
When you done, pass that broad right back to yo friends
It ain't no fun if the homies cain't spin 'er
But that's later thinkin, I'm up later drinkin
I'm tryna come up on the beat that I can sink my teeth in
I get busy, "What shit was HE on? "
Poobie "prime time" get it shine like De-ion
I'm cold-blooded, you can call me Fre-on
Got a couple stripes homie, I'm no d-on
You seem concern with everything I be on
Album three's comin, bitch nigga now be warned!
[Chorus: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
I hear the people talkin all of the time
Sayin we out of they league, they must be outta they mind
They betta know somethin
(I say H-O-J, we back at it)
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
[Cormega:]
My son love to said it, gun unsympathetic
Ones that ever dis-cuss, too much distrust
Went from rock fight to pickin brick up
Stick boards to stick-ups
Playin cops and robbers to hatin cops and robbin
Monopoly to the money and the power
Playin in the rain to playin with bitches in the shower
Bicycles to flossin Coupes with chrome to bright to view
From blue Icee's to the ice that's blue
From suede Puma to suede New Balance, "Good Times" to "Martin"
Water guns to the nines we sparkin
From George Jefferson, to George on Seinfield
From, "you ain't fresh", to "y'all don't rhyme I'll"
From two turntables and a microphone
To weak niggaz livin off hype alone
'Mega here, niggaz scared like Tyson's home
And I still got my license, homes...
(Ay, yo yo...)
[Chorus: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
I hear the people talkin all of the time
Sayin we out of they league, they must be outta they mind
You betta know somethin
(I say H-O-J, we back at it)
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
Yo, they think it's all a sport
Wanna talk the talk, but cain't walk the walk
When it's time, you betta show somethin
(I say H-O-J, we back at it) Yes, yes...
(Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it)
[Phonte:]
I see 'em whisperin, sayin that we fallin off
And in his own town, treated like a foreigner
And that's the reason I ain't had any R&R;
Cause these nights I'm "Remembering" like Shalamar
My own team sayin, "Nigga, you should go for yours"
"We underground, but fuck it! Rule 'em like overlords"
Cause they ain't see a nigga creepin through the corridor
All black, back drop, next stop the coroner
Body count now around three hunnid
Don't know how many ways I can tell you we run it
Witout bein redundant, niggaz scared to top me
Callin fours posse like we on Teen Summit
But this ain't a talk show, and I ain't yo guest star
Even on our worst day, you know who the best are
Tay is not the one to test par, X marks the spot
You a target, good night and God bless y'all
Silly white folks say, "He speak so well
Cause he got a way with words, it's so extraordinary"
Give you a peak into my intimate thoughts
Givin these I-lliter-ate niggaz where all the fuckin coronaries
You ain't gotta worry who the next man is
Work your own grind, use it to your ad-vantage
Sensitive ass niggaz stop bein so {? }
Phontigga that nigga, and yes he's back at, UH!
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Uh, Deah Pops
It's your boy
I got some things I want to say to you, man
Just a couple of words
Bear with me
Gimme a minute
Time to face it
Sitting in the middle of the basement
Holding a jack
How I'm anticipating he 'gon call me back
Got so much on my mind
Ain't no holding it back
In fact, I give a fuck how he 'gon react
Through my first nineteen
Asking where he at
Never seen him in the spots where we be at
For the next couple hours I sat til the phone rang
No luck or no cigar
So I said to myself I'll try tomorr'
Me and my Vincent left out
Went to shoot play some ball
Came back, had message like 'this your pa'
Then I took to the phone
Conversation was raw
Shit, I had to let him know that his child was scarred
And right now we working through our mess
But I had to get some shit off my chest
So bear with me, y'all
[Chorus]
Just want to take the time to let you know
Sometimes it's hard to let my feelings show
The thoughts of guarantees are really so
This is all for you, you
[Phonte]
I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored you
I remember being young wanting to play with you
Cause you was a wild and crazy dude
And now I understand why my momma couldn't never stay with you
From the roots to the branches to the leaves
They say apples don't fall far from the trees
I used to find it hard to believe
And I swore that I would
Always hold my family as long as I could
But damn
Our memories can be so misleading
It's misery
I hate to see history repeating
Thought you were the bad guy
But I guess that's why
me and my girl split
And my son is leaving
I did chores, did bills, and did dirt
But I swear to God I tried to make that shit work
'Til I came off tour to an empty house
With all the dressers and the cabinets emptied out
I think I must've went insane
Thinking I was in love, but really in chains
Trapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my name
I tried to stop tripping
But yo, I couldn't and the plot thickened
That shit affected me, largely
Because I know a lot of people want me
To fail as a father
And the thought of that haunts me
Especially when I check my rear-view mirror
And don't see him in his car seat
So the next time it's late at night
and I'm laid up with the woman I'mma make my wife
talking 'bout how we 'gon make a life
I'm thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rights
Cause that's the only outcome if you can't make it right
Pissed off with your children feeling the same pain
So, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn't maintain
I did the same thing
The same thing
[Von P:]
My literature, is literal bruh
I'm killin you niggas in every syllable bruh
Somebody call TM the little of us
Mad cause they crew don't get a similar buzz
Cause, our flavor sounds like vibrators
Phones on silent, clippers, sky pagers
Put it together, the road less traveled we all put it together
Shoes will holes in em and tunes with soul in em
So, our footprints show no signs of tiring
Yep we on a roll like folks in a retirement
Homes get acquired we zoned in new environments
Legendary it is and y'all know the league
I'll give it about a year the league will be the lead
I'll give it about a year the league will be the lead
I'll give it about a year (the league crew)
Y'all give it about a year the league will be the leader
And me, I'm Von Pea from a tribe called Tonya
Time to pay the bills a word from our sponsors
[Phonte:]
A lot of people wanna talk about me
But see me in person and put they arm around me
Take pics for they page through tits in my face
But turn around and ring the alarm about me
I guess I gotta get used to this public eye shit
I try to do my best and act within reason
I never thought y'all even cared about 'Te
But touché apparently my dick in season
And everybody wants a free ride
Because the truth and the power of my words can't be denied
Phontigga is still the head nigga in charge
Got all you mufuckas sayin fair eastside
With your hand on your heart
But I see through the bullshit your sellin cause nobody's buyin
Y'all niggas too shook to be y'all selves
Scared to pledge allegiance so you fame alliance
That's why I roll with the niggas who get what I am
I ain't got time for you idiots
So peace to my nigga Don, my nigga Von
And can't forget my main man Ilias
Because they move like leaders
Got the competition spellbound like a kilo
And we ain't got to thug it out
You're so sorry, me, I'm so Ari
So I'm a let you bitches go hug it out
Because I'm shittin on your Entourage
Milkin it for all it's worth like Haagen Dazs
It ain't hard with my man named Von
From a team called Tonya
[KRS-One 'Sound Of Da Police':] "Whoop whoop whoop"
[Verse 1: Torae]
Yo, this be unorthodox
Dunn awesome ock
Niggas ain't on they job
Dumb off the clock
I'm all on my watch
Y'all all have to watch
How I made niggas run into a halt and stop
Scorchin' mic devices
Nice since, Morgan Freeman got his driver's license
Niggas bars aight, but really that hype shit
Is Torae, Phonte, Big Pooh and Khrysis
Whoop whoop is the sound of the po po
But the sound of my vocals, sound like a choke hold
All over these so called
Niggas that's so dope
Nigga you about as hot as a snow cone
(You so gone)
Your monic is monic go way about your head like yamakas
I'm fire everyday like it's Chanukah
Thermometer monitor
Meteoric measurer barometer
Rhymin' niggas don't wanna follow, huh
The Donald Goines of flowin'
Cause when I pen it, I go when I'm heartless/Hart less
Like the brothers of Owen
I already got it done I'm just keepin' it goin'
This is grown folk talk
Youngin' speak when you spoken
Hopin' the hopeless note these bars that I wrote
If you devote your focus you could come as dope as this
This track's atrocious
The verses too
Cause we got Khrysis on the board like he's surfin' dude
[talking: Phonte]
Yeah, it's Little Brother. My nigga Khrysis on the beat. My nigga Tor.
Let's show these niggas what MCin' sounds like man.
[Phonte:]
Ayo, get on the mic spit a couple of verses
Make niggas give it up like "What the fuck is my purpose?
Cause he's such an elaborate wordsmith."
Phon-teezy
Spit greezy like a bucket of churches
Three piece
These streets wanna see what I'm workin' with
So you Ringling niggas can stop that Circus shit
Y'all got hip hop soundin' like kids-bop
So I'm gonna murk these tracks like Berkowitz
The Son Of Samuel, watch me surface with
A new rhyme that make y'all wack niggas call time out
Let's talk real shit
If you can't feel this
You sniffin' that Lohan or smokin' that Winehouse
I'm on the grind now
Just tryin' to find out
If y'all niggas really gonna waste your time
Takin' shots at Phonte, wastin' all your rhymes
Wanna step to the kid, you done lost your mind
I'll do your school of thought like Columbine
Can't stay there in Virginia Tech all combined
I'm a Reservoir Dog like?
Tell the truth when most niggas will hardly drop
When I roll through the borough they say, "Phonte home."
When I spit that hard shit they say, "Phonte wrong."
Sang a hook, they be like, "Uww, that's Phonte's song."
24 bars, it's over nigga, Phonte gone
Like uh uh on
[Verse 3: Big Pooh]
Hear ye hear ye, come one come all
Niggas pray and pray on my downfall
I can get knocked down, be back tomorrow
Pooh still looks fresh, no scrapes or scars
Get on my Suge Knight, puff on a cigar
Or my Tracy Chapman, this is my guitar
And my best so far, continues to be light years and your sub par
Like if we both box, with me you couldn't spar
Be who you are, that's lame my nig
I'm a be who I am, won't change for shit
Greatest in my hands with a hell of a grip
Don't quit your day job, that's a hell of a tip
Kind of funny finding you on mine, don't trip
I write rhymes daily
Records come yearly
Got to make sure all my people gon' hear me
Told y'all sincerely, I won't quit
Triumph in my words, every line I spit
Jim Crow wack niggas, to the back you sit
It's Rapper Big Pooh, small minds don't fit
Tell 'em H.O.J. is the crew I'm with
Bull City down here, better come meet quick
Even on black ice, won't see me slip
Put the pressure on niggas, make 'em all submit
When I was a little boy
I fed my mother a bottle of whiskey
While she was pregnant,
Unbeknownst to me.
I felt bad to say the least.
And when my little brother was born
He had
What they call
"Fetal alcohol syndrome"
The kids used to laugh and taunt him as we'd walk to school.
Its about this time that I discovered a drug
Called crack-cocaine
And by the second grade, I had my classmates hooked.
And in the fourth grade I threw a big crack party, everyone was invited
And I got a girl named cynthia to blow my little brother for a fix.
And no one would fuck with us
Girl
You make me step my game up
Shit, 'cause women come, women go
Until we all mature, we ain't really tryin' to grow
With the girl we seein' we ain't really tryin' though
Try and beat it up fast on the livin' room flo'
Got a little older, had to spend a little dough
Kept somethin' in the pocket just in case I had to show
Shorties how I did it when I took 'em to the sto'
Took a few to the mo', lot'll vouch for that
Nigga bounce to the fact things I did was dumb
I account all of that to bein' young
Got a little age, got some understandin'
The older women get the more concerned with companionship
It took me a while to get to this point
I don't expect all of y'all to understand this shit
Read between the bass snares and kick
Everybody gettin' judged by who they standin' with, f'real
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up, yeah, step my game up
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up, yeah, my game up
You make me step my game up
She said, ‽We should go out on a dateâ€
I said, ‽That's cool you can come to my houseâ€
She said, ‽Nigga please, do better than thatâ€
Why the fuck I wanna come over and chill on your couch?
I laughed 'cause it seemed she had me all figured out
And my game ain't work like it did befo'
Dem are days long gone, 'cause once they get grown
These hoes ain't impressed by Applebees no mo'
Gotta dig a little deeper for that PF change
For PF Chang's and if you can't afford it
You can still do thangs to show you ain't on no dumb shit
Take her to a gallery, museum or some shit
Thank God for you and all the crew that you run with
Givin' new meanin' to the blind date
You so official but a nigga can't attract Cristal
With a Boone's Farm mind state, knahmsayin'?
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up, yeah, step my game up
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up, yeah, my game up
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up, yeah, step my game up
You make me step my game up, game up
Step my game up, yeah, my game up
You make me step my game up
Uh, ay listen baby
You make a nigga wanna go to the store and get some wine for you
'Member when you got your first apartment
You used to have chicks over
What was the number 1 line you used to always use
When you wanted to get 'em naked?
Baby do you want a massage?
LB B'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis (My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest colored show on earth...
The Minstrel Show nigga
(Rapper Big Pooh)
I can't afford to not record
So I call my nig' Khrysis tell him hit the boards
Then I call Tay put the pedal to the floor
'Fore we do the shop gotta stop by the store
I'm on my knees gotta go to the Lord (Dear Father)
I pray to you these niggas gon' pay for it
All them times that I went ignored
So what it wasn't 20 but still I scored
My heart still scorned and my mind is focused
So this, serves as a warning to protest
Any verse disperse is sicker that the first and
'S no treatment for this disorder
Carolina's number one reporter
A nigga who's back with a vengeance better run for the border (run)
Or head for the hills or duck and seek cover
Who else gon' make it hot this summer, its LB nigga...
(Hook)
They can't stop me, naw they can't stop me
They keep playing', keep sayin' I'm cocky
They keep tryin' but too tired to top me
Their best bet is to fall back and watch me
They can't stop me, dawg they can't stop me
They keep playing', keep sayin' I'm cocky
They keep tryin' but too tired to top me
Their best bet is to fall back and watch me
(Phonte)
Uhh, (whoo) ain't no need in gettin' teary eyed
Tay's the illest, point blank period
Plus I got niggas, in DC
That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out
Outlook lookin' scary now
They was frontin' before but now they seein' that we serious
This ain't a peace talk, so muhfucka save your sweet (suite) talk
For reservations at the Marriott
They say birds of a feather often flock together
But me and Big Pooh rock together
And if not forever
I'mma reach to the sky, and keep flyin' high like we got propellers
'Goddamn, y'all boys doin' it', they stop to tell us
And if God propel us to the top, I won't go pop (pop)
No need to act a fool in public
'Cause when you, ego trip you just lose your luggage and well...
I ain't got no time top play with 'cha
I'm Phonte, international stage ripper done
Made friends and made figgas
while you stuck on the front porch
Mad, like you fixin' ta shave Mister (you fixin' to shave)
That's reality, so color me purple
My name in history, nigga that's what I work for
Better keep it moving like the laws of inertia
Before these Carolina boys come hurt 'cha
better tell 'em bout it...
(Hook)
-And now The Minstrel Show is proud to present... Jazzy Jeff (Jeff Jeff Jeff.)
(scratching)
-Khrysis on the board with--with the heat
-Fuck that, I got your head still bobbin and my verse to be rhymed
(scratching)
-And to my man.Jaaaaaazzzzzzzy. Jeff (Jeff Jeff Jeff).
-Rap--Rapper Pooh, Justus League
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Yeah, it's your boy Rapper
With a little post-game commentary
Y'knahmsayin? We done dropped The Minstrel Show already
We dropped The Chittlin Circuit, I dropped Sleepers
'Te dropped Foreign Exchange, we dropped The Listening
But I don't know if you muh'fuckers is listening man
I don't know if you muh'fuckers know, check it, yo
Pooh's a beast, LB make shit for the streets
Fanfare before every release, most critically acclaimed
Niggas try and maim the name and leave us outside standing in the rain
No umbrella, no jacket, no slicker
I told y'all no turning back, I am NOT that nigga
It's no back peddling, muh'fuckers meddling
Even your team saying shit that's unsettling
[Phonte]
And now we bout to settle it cause on the inside we outsiders
But they could never out-move or out-ride us
All day and all night it don't stop nigga
Get your sunblock nigga, you can't outshine us
In this young game me and Pooh are oldtimers
But we, brought it right back to the dirt like coal miners
I mean, brought it right back to the streets with no problem
Now that, look on the face of your peeps is so solemn
[Rapper Big Pooh]
So bitch niggas do what you must, I do what I can
I'm just a man with a pen in his hand
Writing down everything that I'm saying
Feel like I'm running through Sam
Running in place on stage like I'm Sam
Boy stop, cut it, package it up
Ship it out cause the people gon' love it
If it's bullshit you covered, I am not that kind
Get low, get back to the grind
[Phonte]
With no time to sit back and recline cause it seem like each time
We critically acclaimed but commercially declined
And now, I'm inclined like a bench press to speak my mind
And my interest about this music
Everybody keep asking 'Why the fuck y'all do this?'
Keep rolling with the punches and bruises
I tell 'em that until we stop losing, believe that
I'ma show boat on these tracks like Carnival Cruises nigga
I give the mic conclusions, oops that's concussions
Niggas this the movement, playing Uncle Ruckus
Too scared to touch us, screaming out 'Don't trust 'em'
New niggas over there is nothing
This is the last time I'll address y'all cons
On the down low, I think all of you niggas is twans
Holding hands late night by the pond, 2006 muh'fuckers it's on
Just like that, let's go
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Top notch, hot shots
LB's at the door, knock knock
Break windows and padlocks
Phonte, Big Pooh, Topshop
Top notch, hot shots
LB's at the door, knock knock
Break windows and padlocks
And now with The Minstrel Show update
With your correspondent, Jennifer Duvall
How's everybody doing? This is Sean Don, you know me, Jennifer Duvall
I'm over here chilling with Little Brother right now
And it's feel good, you seen us, I'm listening to The Minstrel Show
You ain't heard, it's the biggest colored show on earth
I'm overweight, rap is fat to death
Obese when these beats catch wind of my breath
And yes, you ain't heard, you still rocking with the best
I just saved y'all from taking a guess
Not jeans, my dear, you ain't worthy to breathe my air
Or stand tall in the pair I wear, am I making it clear
As the best to lay his head 'round here
And no I'm not the heir apparent to whoever
They never could out hit us
Tried to think fast but never could out wit us
The only thing that they could ever do is outfit us
When clothes fit strange, I'm playin' Rick James
"Fuck yo' couch nigga!", I'm comin' out with a bang
Straight Tay, Pooh and 9th with no middle man
Everybody at the label asking, "Will it bang?"
I say, "Chill, just take a percocet or Ritalin now, let my people sing"
10 G's a show, whylin' out with pretty Tony and O
We make 'em wanna say it again, yeah
We make 'em wanna say it again
Beats from Mr. Douthit, fresh jeans, fresh clothes and outfits
We make 'em wanna say it again, yeah
We make 'em wanna say it again
I got so many rhymes, many styles to go with
And my competition all the while be hoping
That I'll quit bringing the pain like Ibuprofen
I can't dog, can't you see that the crowd is open, I mean
Mouths is open, hands in the air, just so aroused and focused
This is a movement, nigga it's bigger than showbiz
This is how I live it, I love hip hop, I just hate the niggaz in it
It's like, I'm just another nigga rockin' the mic
That's way above average and take it however you like
However despite, I'm left to write till my forearms get all tight
And my fingers start cramping up, pose ampin' up I'm standing, what
Y'all niggaz ain't man enough, chill agitating like dandruff
I ain't talking all tough, what them people keep saying is
Big trucks and wheels
Dominican broads that's cookin' my meals, one time
We make 'em wanna say it again, yeah
We make 'em wanna say it again
Niggaz copy my style, Big Dho walking down the aisle
We make 'em wanna say it again
Ayo, they beggin' for a taste of it
Get a plate, grab a cup or something, my nigga stop frontin'
On a mission, dudes still hunting
So stay out my way, act like you want something
Yo, my girl's a grown woman who ain't trynna get her eagle on
She'd rather be in bed gettin' her Keagel on
In and out, working the walls when the heat is on
Like Mary J. or Tweet is on, now sing along
Fresh clothes and cribs, gimme a salad pass 9th the ribs
We make 'em wanna say it again, ooh
We make 'em wanna say it again
Getting what's finally mine, sign of relief 'cause we finally signed
We make 'em wanna say it again, yeah
We make 'em wanna say it again
Say it one more time for that girl named Pam Gram
Or that some black chic chick, she got me saying, "Damn, damn"
You make me wanna say it again, you make me wanna say it again
Yeah say it one more time for my nigga named pretty Tony
That always come through it, the hoes that wanna know me
You make me wanna say it again, you make me wanna say it again
Alright ladies and gentlemen, don't go anywhere
We're gonna be right back with more of The Minstrel Show
Here in 2002, we present the fabulous love joint remix
Here we have two MC's, both of which in physical form
And a producer in producarial essence
And we are coming through first with Phonte
Yo, yo, eh yo I love waking up with a supreme purpose
After a night of playin' dream merchant
Righteous way, this is a matter of extreme urgence
I love rap 'cause it seems earnest
Love this joint 'cause we reworked it
Love cell phones with free service
So I can call a broad, at E's house
And you and see, downloaded all my freestyles
On desktop, hard drop, MP3 files
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, she lovin' me now
Eh yo, Donny sang the best love ballads
A song for you and yours, make your mic fist pump valid
Late nights is a habit, drinkin' Parme, makin' matic
Jakes leave, flicks gotta have it
I love Macho Man Randy Savage
Screamin', "Elizabeth come and take a ride on my Slim Jim"
I love Barry Heter, but it tells
Just like I love Pac and Above The Rim
'Cause this ain't a fable like the Brothers Grimm
Love my niggaz Milk, Grant, Kurt, Dub, and them
Reppin' NC, we keep it bubblin', punishin'
Hate the players
I love ill doers and nay sayers
Freak broads, I'll holla later
Eh yo, we ain't tryin' to be willies or thugs in it
We just wanna spread love in it
We spread love y'all, all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe
And from the north to the south to the east to the west
Steady keepin' it locked with no stress
We spread love ya? ll all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe
And now what we want to do is get down with you
Whether you're drug free or smoke a quarter pound or two
At the bar ordering another round or two
We know you like the way it sound to you
It's Big Pooh from the leather state
I love Philly's and cheese steaks
I love records when the beat breaks
I love school when the heat breaks
Fire hydrants makin' street lakes
I love 22 it feels great
Mike Tyson and his outtakes
Steppin' out with the fly date
So fans get ready for the outbreak
'Cause we gon' do it with or without papes
Even if I rhyme until my mouth aches
For all the people that I bond wit
Playin' for big stakes, on some Angus Bond shit
And if you want this, get right
That's why I love wack niggaz
Thanks for makin' my shit sound so tight
Because we got to get down tonight
With no beef, no clones, no biters or sound alikes
It ain't no ice, grills, or frowns tonight
I put my love in this, I swear to never put down the mic
This one is for the ladies and gents
That's partyin' and payin' the rent, when life just gets too intense
'Cause it ain't all about tryin' to ball
Get yo' hands up now 'cause we still got love for y'all
Eh yo, we ain't tryin' to be willies or thugs in it
We just wanna spread love in it
We spread love y'all, all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe
And from the west to the east to the north to the south
Keep rockin' and turn the party out
We spread love ya? ll all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe
And to my man 9th Wonder, you don't stop
And to my man Big Pooh, you don't stop
And to my man Casar, you don't stop
Justus League, got to lead the sure shock
And to my man Vibrant, you don't stop
And to that cat Nicolade, you don't stop
And to my cats round the way, you don't stop
Keep on it, we gots to be the sure shock
And to my man Big Fingers, you don't stop
And to my man, uh yo, you don't stop
And to uh yo uh my man, you don't stop
[Intro] [Phonte talking]
I want you to look on your um, look on your list right there
Should be ah, reservation for Mr. & Mrs. Tiggalo. Alright? Okay?
I want you to give me your best table. Okay, the best table
Know what I'm sayin'? By the window over the view and shit
Alright? And also I need to know
can I pay at this restaurant with multiple credit cards
Is it-I-I can do that? That's-that's cool? Oh, okay
[Big Pooh talking]
Uh! Yeah (A world premier). This that good hard bottom music
Strictly for the hard bottom crowd. (A world premier)
Strictly for the... Fedora crowd. Get your scarfs out
Get your handkerchiefs ready. Yeah
[Verse One] [Big Pooh]
I'm pushin' work to the side baby
I know I drive you crazy
I'm surprised you don't even hate me
You say I'm cheatin' on you
It's more like I've been sleepin' on you
Long days turn to short nights
And short nights mean another fight
We always arguin'
In my heart though, I know you right
So put some clothes on
Cause we gonna do all them things that you wanna
Walkin' on the beach, I don't care, it ain't summer
Picnic in the park we can clown a couple runners
Show my baby off, you the number one stunna
Dinner at the finest, restaurant
Dancin'
Anything you ask for is done, I'm romancin'
Nigga know he chancin'
Everything I have to get everything I couldn't
Even though I shouldn't
Put you on the back burner
I'm a fast learner
Check please, we got places to go
Gone (Let's go)
[Chorus] [Yazarah]
They got you workin' late at night babe
So here's a little somethin' for you (for you)
For you (for you)
For you (I know, yeah yeah, I know, I know)
I put your favorite dress on baby let's get away
And let's get a table for two (for two)
For two (for two)
For two (one, two and ya don't stop)
[Verse Two] [Jozeemo]
And after while bright lights start burnin'
But I don't need a tan
So for now we gon' wing it
Cause we don't need a plan
We gon' grab a couple dollars and book it to where it's cozy
Seclusion is the key cause hella hip hoppers know me
Jozee, no
It's Mr. Murdock this evenin'
No, I'm not ashamed of my lyrical achievements
I, just want to hang with my lady for a couple hours
Couple Armaretto sours
Candle light, couple flowers
And let her know, although I do keep up a lot of drama
It's only cause I want my bank account to show a lot of commas
I got a lot of promises that I ain't made good on
To busy waitin' for my city just to say, "I put on"
Don't get me wrong
I love being a winner
But right now I just wanna eat my dinner
So as soon as we enter, "Garsoon, your finest table for a duo."
We only want the main course, the desert is gonna be, you know
[Chorus] [Yazarah]
They got you workin' late at night babe
So here's a little somethin' for you (for you)
For you (for you)
For you (I know, yeah yeah, I know, I know)
I put your favorite dress on baby let's get away
And let's get a table for two (for two)
For two (for two)
For two (one, two and ya don't stop)
[Verse Two] [Phonte]
Yo, live nigga advocate
Renaissance B-Boy
2 by 4 flow, but I could never be bored/board
I'm takin' out you posers and you decoys
She like, "Tay, step away from the keyboard."
I'm like, "Baby give me space like Leonard Nimoy.
My time is our time. Don't be so p-noid."
A D-Boy of understand
I know it's demanding
Especially when half the time I'm out gallivantin'
Be singin' all around the world like a Troubadour
To make the people move like they never move before
I rap and make a nigga clap on the 2 and 4
But tonight, I wanna do a little somethin' just for you and yours
So put your dress on and hop up out your rockin' chair
Make a reservation, get a car, call the concierge
Don Draper swag, black suit, white pocket square
Might have seen a few, but to you they do not compare
Let's ride
[Chorus] [Yazarah]
They got you workin' late at night babe
So here's a little somethin' for you (for you)
For you (for you)
For you (I know, yeah yeah, I know, I know)
I put your favorite dress on baby let's get away
And let's get a table for two (for two)
For two (for two)
For two (one, two and ya don't stop)
[Outro] [Phonte talking]
Okay now, you can put...$50 on this card right here
And you put $50 on that one, okay. And then I think you can put on...
okay, on this one right here... I think you can put...
You can put another $50 on this one
Okay, okay then in case we got to bounce, okay, aight
let me put this card, this other card, and the rest
you can put on this card
[Intro:]
Aiyyo baby come over here lemme, let me holla at you for a minute
("I am your conscience! ")
Nah nah I'm sayin f'real, come over here
Nah f'real let me, lemme holla at you f'real, no, no bullshit
("I am making a total ass of myself") Fuck nah
("I am your conscience! ") Aiyyo check it out, ay umm
You wanna go to the Waffle House, get some food?
("I just did another pick-up line that didn't go over")
No~! What the fuck you mean no? I'm sayin yo, I'm... aight
("Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am")
("Yeah - that'll get her on my side")
I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you heard, you know me
"Can't stop, won't... stop"
("She's never heard of me - WOW! What a SURPRISE! ")
("I am your conscience! ") Aight look okay maybe you got a bad mouth
Aight, whatever for, I'm just sayin
Now don't, don't make a nigga go home tonight man I, I
("Maybe you should just say something nice to her and, wrap it up! ")
I I mean, I'm just saying like, you lookin good knahmsayin
("You're not fucking tonight! ") Don't let a nigga go home alone tonight
("I am your conscience! ")
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Parking lot pimps, 9 out of 10 more parking lot simps
Ladies want lobster but settle fo' shrimps
Dikembe Mutombo, blockin all attempts
Niggaz ain't pimps
Tuggin elbows, when you walk by
Compliment you on your toes
Heard all the cons now listen to the pros
Knew you looked girl that's just the way it goes
As if you didn't know; I saw you at the bar
I'm leanin on this Escalade, but it ain't my car
When you gon' recognize I'm somethin like a star
My crib down the street, we ain't gotta go far
I know I sound wrong, but I'm just bein real
No games, aim is to tell you how I feel
Tryin to cop a feel
Me and you backseat, I just wanna chill
If looks could kill, first name would be Bill
[Chorus: Carlitta Durand]
Out on a Friday night
Fake smiles and flashing lights
Where do all the lonely people go when the party's over?
Everybody is your friend
I hope this never ends
Cause I don't know where lonely people go when the party's over
(And the people go...)
[Phonte:]
The milk's gone bad, the bees flew South
The honey's all gone and the birds talkin 'bout
They ain't hangin out cause they gotta go to work
One just had a daughter, one gotta go to church
I think I need to work, on me cause it hurts
To see every weekend eatin all my paystub
Always tryin to impress these niggaz
With expensive-ass liquor I don't even like the taste of
I think it's sickening
Things we do to see and be seen on the scene
We seem to love it, so lost when the lights go off
We sit and we often wonder what's the meaning of it
It's like nobody want to live they life
They just wanna re-enact the same scene every night
Everybody's sellin fantasies, no matter what the price
Like I'll love you forever, but forever ends tonight
This is the last call, for the jump off express
All potential passengers please leave your pride and dignity in the parking lot
And come holla at the nigga in the red '93 Civic
One deluxe pass, on the jump off express gets you
One meal at the 24 hour restaurant of your choice
Followed by 15 minutes of passion on my momma futon
Those with self-esteem need not apply
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Sheeit~! I think I'm just go on hit up this cookout on Capital Boulevard
Go on get me a fancy, banana pudding shake, and a side of hush puppies
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is Eddie Hendricks the legend
I want to thank y'all for comin' out this evening
And I'm sorry 'bout that $2 coverage charge
But we have to pay the entertainment
As I present to you Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder
So y'all just put yo' hands together
As we bring to the stage, Little Brother
Little Brother, y'all
Go 'head and do a little somethin' for 'em
Hey, I flew in from NC to keep us movin' on schedule
Nap, gold shit, I came unforgettable
Writin' on the plane, these words is barely legible
But once again back is the incredible
The Little Brother, we number one
Always getting' the job done
We some smooth operators
Haters come close but they can't touch
Run back and they can't rush, imagine dat shit
Jay Dee's dreams is plastic
I'm tired of stretchin' money out like elastic
Drastic measures we gon' have to take
Like servin' classes up fresh out da gate
Without the papes
(Papers)
We 'bout to get this rap shit nailed down
'Cause stakes
(Steaks)
Is high, so I eat at Taco Bell now
Yo, get it up 'cause it's alright for y'all to yell now
Wearin' yo' Avirex, the cowry shell down
It's so beautiful, so fabulous
So exclusive, so extravagant
We money makin'
(Show stoppin' emcees)
Neva fakin', keep on
If you think you can out rhyme me, boy, I bet
I ain't met the motherfucka who can do that yet
Why their played out rhymes remain odd
I stay cool like James Todd and still remain dominant
Up in yo' spot, tonight we steady rockin' it
And I'm gonna knock you out just like mama said
To Lenny, blunt smokes, cigarettes, Henny
But it's somethin' 'bout these hoes, Lord, forgive me
I stepped in about a quarter pass, you know, whatever
I'm tryin' to get up on some ass like whatever
And grab a quick bite by the end of the night
I drain tryin' to complain and knees killin' me, right
But you know we got dat hot shit
Known to rock da block and cause turbulence
When you in da cock pit cool 'cause he don't get upset
I grab a bucket of wings, get some snacks and I jet
It's so beautiful, so fabulous
So exclusive, so extravagant
We money makin'
(Show stoppin' emcees)
Neva fakin', keep on
It's so beautiful, so fabulous
So exclusive, so extravagant
We money makin'
(Show stoppin' emcees)
Neva fakin', keep on
MC P O, people call me Pooh
When I'm bustin' up the party I'ma rock fa you
9th is cuttin' up for the niggas in the Justice League
And to you rappers takin' all figures
For industry niggas, da ball players
Droppin' 'em off of all makers
Wit yo' whole team in ambulances
We buildin' more beef than cattle ranches
Against the snowstorms and avalanches
Well, it was one of those days
(Not much to do)
I was steady writin' rhymes
(For the Little Brother crew)
Of the two be Phonte and 9th, plus Eccentric
And Big Doe in case I didn't mention
(But did you tell 'em 'bout the League)
Oh yes, the League of Justice
(And did you remember what they need?)
These kids, they want substance
Rhymes and beats keep my day flowin' lovely
But I'ma save crumbs and pass it off to Doug E
This is all about, no doubt for Little Brother
But first let's take a moment to recover
This has been writtin', it's never bitin'
You keep forgettin' the lyrics on tracks that I'm spittin'
The only thing worse are the emcees that I'm rippin'
They talkin' shit and wishin'
Some of these guys getting' all hurked up
From a ghost-writtin' rhyme by a chump, word up
It don't make you a big man, and
To wanna diss Little Brother man, and
We all know, it's part of the plan
(Why?)
'Cause Phonte and Pooh is in full demand
It's so beautiful, so fabulous
So exclusive, so extravagant
We money makin'
(Show stoppin' emcees)
Neva fakin', keep on
It's so beautiful, so fabulous
So exclusive, so extravagant
We money makin'
(Show stoppin' emcees)
Neva fakin', keep on
One time for your mind, one time for your mind
One time for your mind, one time for your mind
One time for your mind, two times for my nigga Big Pooh
Three times for my Greensboro dimes, seven times whatever
I don't trip, Doe don't trip, 9th don't trip, Leg don't trip
[Intro] [Big Pooh]
Yeah, uh. Rapper. Ha, yeah. Uh, some of that good LB shit. Ha, yeah, uh.
[Verse One]
I ain't a freedom fighter
I'm a freedom writer
Doin' this shit in spite of
People's opinions
They all minions
Be a mini Un
Put this Jigga to your gut, stab yourself son
Pardon my pun
Great in my own mind
I let the world find out on they own time
Ascend to my prime
Every step I climb
Throw they two cents in
Have a seat in line
I'm just speakin' mine
I tend to do that
Broads over there wanna stare like, "Who dat?"
Big brown nigga got tons of charm
Rapper Pooh in this bitch, better ring the alarm
I don't mean no harm
Been deprived for years
Just look at LB as you see our peers
Won't see no tears
Don't cry for me
Got people out there that'll ride for me
Church
[Chorus] [Phonte]
So go off go on
LB back with a brand new joint
So fresh like a brand new morn
Play this everyday like a brand new song
It don't start till we say, "Go"
And it don't stop till we say so
We we don't stop till we make mo'
All the ladies say "Ow" and the fellas say "Ho"
Ho ho ho ho ho
[Verse Two] [Phonte]
Phontigga get on the mic and I dispel what-
Ever lies you niggas would try to tell but
They can't see Tay in his gangsta lean
I'm fresh off the scene like a nigga yell, "Cut"
Slidin' through your city
Checkin' out the pretty ladies
But they actin' all Raphael Saadiq/saditty
"What you mean girl? You don't even know me.
You probably used to niggas spittin' that Bo Peep
Nursery rhyme shit can't compare to this strong ass, grown ass man
Check out my goatee
You missed the best one
I'm off to the next one
So hard to say goodbye, word to Cochise
Me and Big Pooh comin' through on the chariot
Rollin' over y'all buffoon ass niggas
Cartoon ass niggas, y'all Hannah-Barbara/ians
Phonte, number one, rhyme animal candidate
And I'm out
[Chorus] [Phonte]
So go off go on
LB back with a brand new joint
So fresh like a brand new morn
Play this everyday like a brand new song
It don't start till we say, "Go"
And it don't stop till we say so
We we don't stop till we make mo'
All the ladies say "Ow" and the fellas say "Ho"
[Khrysis]
Yeah! Once again y'all
We done made it to the end of Chitlin Circuit 1.5
I go by the name of Young Khrysis
Beat maker extraordinaire, from The Away Team no doubt
Big shout out Sean Boog, big shout out L.E.G.A.C.Y.
Y'knahmsayin, we droppin albums in May
Just in case you didn't know, it's National Anthem and Project Mayhem
Everything's comin out, Hall of Justus baby
Big Dough is my manager, y'knahmsayin
So if you got any questions, hit him up man, hit him up!
You got his contact information, fuck all that
Look, let me give a big shout out man to the whole entire Justus family
Y'knahmsayin, you know who the hell it is, man I ain't gotta name everybody
Dru Ha over there at Boot Camp, Sean Price over there at Boot Camp
Smif-N-Wessun over there at Boot Camp, you know
Buckshot over there at Boot Camp, Illmind you know, Jean Grae
Y'knahmsayin, ILLMIND! Gettin in the club, forty free, FORTY FREE!
Yeah, my man Supastition, big shout out to my niggas up in Boston
Yo, and NBS, Natural Born Spitters
Niggas is hot yo, be on the look out for them
BIG FAT shout out to Masta Ace, giving me my first break out there
I see you dog, big shout out to The Allies
Y'knahmsayin, Remo, Blessed Child, Baby Sham
Big Shout out to Young Guru, the A&R;, Def Jam
Congratulations on your new position and shit
Give a big shout out to Mya holdin it down at the office of Hall of Justus
White Mike, T-Hug, cause I'm a thug
Can't forget Dame yo, makin big things happen for the Hall of Justus
Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget!
The Minstrel Show comin to all you minstrel niggas
Think we playin around this muh'fucker man? JL holdin it down
Hall of Justus, Chitlin Circuit 1.5, 2005
Big year man, we takin the fuck over!
This some grown man shit right here
Listen
(Rapper Big Pooh)
I'm trying to man up see whats really good with you
Gentleman's approach, not bring it hood to you
Same things that you hear everyday like
"Hey ma, hey boo, baby whats your name"
Please pull up a seat, I'm so glad you came
My mother call me Thomas you can do the same
Damn its so refreshing when you calling out my name
Been Pooh for so long it doesn't sound the same
My occupation rap and I make a little change
I see you not impressed with what this life brings
Finished school, got a job, girl do your thing
It's a lot of independent women wanna be claimed
Marry into money or marry into fame, or at least give birth to a check
WIth all due respect lets two-step in the name of like
Who says we gotta do the waltz all day and all night, it's like
(Hook)
If love is not enough
We don't have to rush
Come around, I'll slow it down just you
Lady you should be
Right here next to me
Come around, I'll slow it down just for you
(Rapper Big Pooh)
We can go to the movies
I'll take you to the park and promise to have you home before the lights go out
Steady asking you questions what your life about
Oh and me, mine's everything I scribe about
No doubt this my life and
Dedicated to this witting sacrificing everything for it
Wasted time I can't afford
So if it ain't you/then you know I'm cooped up to the record.
(Phonte)
I'll scoop you up in me Porshe, sike
You know I got a Nissan
That I'm still paying for, still got a lease on
But it don't matter 'cause that ain't my aim to get you
I got fame, but you know that just ain't the issue
Because you're looking like a woman of virtue
So well-rounded, no wonder your're in my circle
And normally you probably wouldn't give me the time of day
'Cause Tay got rhymes, but no he ain't got time to waste
(Hook)
(Phonte)
Sometimes I think I'm from another world (preach)
When I'm trynna tell a woman just exactly where I stand that (aight)
I want a girl, when I want a girl
And when I don't want a girl, I want a girl who understands that
And that's some hard shit to explain
To a woman that's in love with you, it's a pitiful thing
Until I had to figure
That I don't wanna play around, but I don't wanna settle down
And that's a man's dilemma, 'cause every man remembers
How his daddy and his uncles did it
'Cause more than likely that's the way they're gonna do it
I know it sound fucked up and most wont admit it
But yo, I gotta face it 'cause I know I'm living through it
'Cause when the party stops and niggaz get old
And the chain and the cars and the houses get sold, and that
Other side of the bed gets cold, you don't wanna be alone
So girl I'm trynna hold you.
(Hook)
(Vamp Out)
Ohhh baby (Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
What you need to do is
Take it slow with me
Slow it down a little bit (Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
We don't have to rush into anything serious
(Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
No we don't, take it from me (Take it slow, take it slow, take it slow, take it slow)
My name is Percy and I make miracles if you take it slow with me baby
[Rapper Big Pooh]
Cool as a fan, cooler than a Stan, I am
Call my nigga up, "what's the plan?"
Packin up a van, time to move, product out
Servin in this town, for now we rulin out
I'm a loyal soldier, do what is asked
Grind with no question, a few months passed
Money comin slow but these bills comin quick
No health insurance, scared to get sick
Mami got questions I'm not tryna hear
Develop Tunnel Vision on this path we steer
The road less traveled, faced a few bumps
on the way - call it gravel to tryna get paid
Not bein made cause I do create artNot bein played, they considered us smart
Well nigga I am, that's not a knock on me
That's a shot at the world but the blind cain't see.
[Phonte]
Uh!... Let's go!
They say, "The industry changin him"
"Phonte to Phontigga, renamin him"
Niggaz sleepin on the team uh, shame on 'nem
Same team from the old days, I hang with them
Won't see me in the club makin it rain on 'nem
or at the bar with hoes T-Pain'n 'nem
World renoun, look at me now
wit Khrysis on the boards like he rebound
Can't even stand next to us
But my hand, I extend like director's cuts
I know that chy'all prol'ly ain't expect as much
from a nigga that's twice as you, and that's a rough esti-mate
Just a Ball Park figure, all y'all get up
For All Star Tigga, see you actin hard
Don't make me pull your card like Hallmark, nigga
Get smoked out like a Pall Mall, nigga
+Sit+ you +Sideways+ like Paul Wall, nigga
For the whole du-ray-tion of this verse
You can say it's like a mo-vie, get the juicy details
No in-flu-me, niggaz talk major
but they got no flavor like white folks Kool-Aid
... Uh! Peace to my nigga Duvey
Goin to the tip-top, Hip-Hop Hoo-ray
Niggaz say rap is in a drought, so my flow
bring the water out - Phontigga load the shade
("Now that's some high quality ish there")
I think I'm gonna get a bouquet! (uh!)
Stay down in the trenches, keep swingin for the fences
LB, nigga! Get ready for the LP, nigga!
Who the illest here, you tell me, nigga!
Ay, this is just to let y'all know in case you ain't figured it out yet
Let's ride
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's ride
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's ride
[Darien Brockington:]
Gonna have a party, to release this thing that's on my mind
Hit the dance floor, two step my blues away
[Phonte:]
Uhh, I'm gettin tired of the drama
Boss man said he would fire me
I told him I would gladly do the honors, so I just quit
Cause this work shit got my dreams on pause like a comma
But I'm still six-figure fiendin
Bull city leanin, and California dreamin
Like The Papas and The Mamas, the stress is toxic
But thank God a nigga got direct deposit so
I'm a take this check and pay my rent up
Cause this weekend I'm goin out like a soldier
Put a little somethin down on the light bill
Let the cable and the phone bill roll over
As for the rest of my hard earned funds
I take a hundred dollars, put it all in ones
And take it to the Shake Club, or hit the Elk's Lodge
With the old folk, let 'em see how it's done
Let's go~!
[Chorus: Darien Brockington]
Gonna have a party, to release this thing that's on my mind
Hit the dance floor, two step my blues away
I've been working hard all day, just left my 9 to 5
Gotta make the money, the money can't buy you no peace of mind
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Around 10 I had to get myself together
I'm doin nuttin, let me go do somethin better
Gettin tired of layin around, takin shots of the Crown
That's how life gets you down if you let her
Throw on some Stacy Adams and a sweater
Pull out the new coat with the leather
I'm headed straight to the Lodge, old school is in charge
Get yout derbys out with the feather
Somebody's uncle is the bar now they clever
Cause he drinkin all the drinks that he should be givin out
Somebody momma up in here, she tryin to turn it out
When I want to party, this is what I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, you got grown folk dancin
Maurice White singin, everybody drankin
The little cup of that oil ain't ever hurt nobody
Fo' cups later, life of the party
[Chorus]
[Phonte:]
Stan play your horn baby
[horn instrumental break]
[Chorus]
[Phonte:]
Uhh, for all my steppers
For all my two steppers
E'rybody at the supper club, e'rybody at the VFW
E'rybody at the Elk's Lodge, all the old folk at the lamppole
