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LB B'ness |
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Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis |
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(My nigga Khrysis on the beat) |
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One half of the Away Team |
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And right now, you in tuned to the biggest colored show on earth |
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The Minstrel Show, nigga |
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I can't afford to not record |
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So, I call my nig' Khrysis, tell him, hit the boards |
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Then I call Tay put the pedal to the floor |
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'Fore we do the shop, gotta stop by the store |
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I'm on my knees, gotta go to the Lord |
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(Dear Father) |
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I pray to You, these niggas gon' pay for it |
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All them times that I went ignored |
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So, what it wasn't 20 but still I scored |
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My heart still scorned and my mind is focused |
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So, this serves as a warning to protest |
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Any verse disperse is sicker that the first and |
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'S no treatment for this disorder, Carolina's number one reporter |
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A nigga who's back with a vengeance better run for the border |
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(Run) |
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Or head for the hills or duck and seek cover |
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Who else gon' make it hot this summer? It's LB, nigga |
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They can't stop me, naw, they can't stop me |
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They keep playing', keep sayin', I'm cocky |
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They keep tryin' but too tired to top me |
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Their best bet is to fall back and watch me |
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They can't stop me, dawg, they can't stop me |
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They keep playing', keep sayin', I'm cocky |
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They keep tryin' but too tired to top me |
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Their best bet is to fall back and watch me |
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Uh, ain't no need in gettin' teary eyed |
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(Whoo) |
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Tay's the illest, point blank period |
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Plus, I got niggas , in DC |
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That'll hit you for 3G's and a box of Yum's carry out |
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Outlook lookin' scary now |
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They was frontin' before but now they seein' that we serious |
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This ain't a peace talk, so muhfucka, save your sweet talk |
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(Suite) |
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For reservations at the Marriott |
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They say birds of a feather often flock together |
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But me and Big Pooh rock together |
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And if not forever |
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I'ma reach to the sky and keep flyin' high like we got propellers |
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'Goddamn, y'all boys doin' it', they stop to tell us |
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And if God propel us to the top, I won't go pop |
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(Pop) |
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No need to act a fool in public |
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'Cause when you, ego trip you just lose your luggage and well |
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I ain't got no time top play with 'cha |
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I'm Phonte, international stage ripper done |
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Made friends and made figgas while you stuck on the front porch |
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Mad, like you fixin' ta shave Mister |
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(You fixin' to shave) |
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That's reality, so color me purple |
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My name in history, nigga, that's what I work for |
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Better keep it moving like the laws of inertia |
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Before these Carolina boys come hurt 'cha |
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Better tell 'em bout it |
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They can't stop me, naw, they can't stop me |
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They keep playing', keep sayin', I'm cocky |
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They keep tryin' but too tired to top me |
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Their best bet is to fall back and watch me |
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They can't stop me, dawg, they can't stop me |
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They keep playing', keep sayin', I'm cocky |
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They keep tryin' but too tired to top me |
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Their best bet is to fall back and watch me |
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And now The Minstrel Show is proud to present |
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Jazzy Jeff, Khrysis on the board with, with the heat |
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(Jeff, Jeff, Jeff) |
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Fuck that, I got your head still bobbin' and my verse to be rhymed |
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And to my man, Jazy Jeff |
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(Jeff, Jeff, Jeff) |
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Rap, rapper, pooh, Justus League, all my real life niggas |
