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(Intro - Phonte) |
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Yea one two ya'll we about to set this like this on em |
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Little Brother, Justus league, Phonte, Big Pooh and it |
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Hey yo yo |
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(Verse 1 - Phonte) |
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Once again what you're hearing now is Phonte's |
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Power steering style, I'm killing *************s at will |
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Freestyle legend act, capture the ears of show veterans |
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When the stakes got raised like brown letterin |
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Down to the exact scale measurements, time to |
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Let these mother******s know exactly what it is I represent |
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Real rhymes, you prone to remember me, I roam |
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Like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real *************t |
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Was lookin for *************s who could reck laws and |
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Rhyme for they personal pleasure till four in the morn |
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With my back and my chest sore and never have to press |
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Pause till I stop the tape and hit em with a yes ya'll |
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Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat |
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Troubled ************* got more issues then jet |
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If you a showin put your stage up, cornball *************s |
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Throw your maze up, Microsoft *************s say word and page up |
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To this new style that's about to open doors |
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Carolina sickness that I wrote with force |
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Then smack a ************* like he broke his jaws, on the real man |
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Y'all *************s out there is just a hopeless cause |
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(Chorus) |
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Right now, what you need |
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Phonte true in deed |
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Little Brother on the mic |
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About to rock it for you |
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(Verse 2 - Big Pooh) |
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You nice as this, so I'm a verbal chemist |
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Scientist on the mic yo societies menace |
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Hip-hop's Popeye and the beats is spinach |
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No need for olive oil cause her feets is lemon |
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Overlooking blue notes cause they speech is gimmick |
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Give a ************* about your car if the jeep is rented |
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You cheap *************, it ain't even got features in it |
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Like to talk about money when you can't even spend it |
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This is real life and there's more things that's hollow |
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The tips that chicks swallow throw up tomorrow |
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Or shells that pierce chests leaving *************s to death |
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Whispering last words and taking their last breath |
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Only the mimic emcees is left |
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Watch em search the earth so they can grieve what's left |
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Even every rappers know we the best of the best |
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I'm the reason why most of ya'll keep tapes in ya decks |
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(Chorus) |
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Right now, what you need |
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Big Pooh, true in deed |
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Little Brother on the mic |
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About to rock it for you |
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It's for you |
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Ohh Ohh, Ohh Ohh |
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It's time to settle the score |
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Little Brother on the mic |
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About to rock it for you |
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(Verse 3 - Phonte & Big Pooh) |
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(Phonte) |
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Now for the low low price of only 8.99 |
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Witness Phonte slice a phony, and spit a rhyme |
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That will settle your bets in 30 measures or less |
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I stay ahead of the rest with incredible text |
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(Big Pooh) |
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We fire off like its New Year's Eve, Pooh is here for |
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Sucka emcees, this year I made it hard to breathe |
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I'm the *************t so your squad can't leave, got them waiting |
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To applaud in the club, standing tall like trees |
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(Phonte) |
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Making the crowd cheer massively, I tell *************s |
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Ya'll ain't wack, y'all just sound wack rhyming after me |
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Cause I'm the most magnificent, life is a blessing |
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And I'm living it, for better worse or indifferent |
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(Big Pooh) |
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Thugs getting open to me, and yo mad |
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Hands up in the air like I told them to freeze |
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9th Wonder on the boards, who it supposed to be |
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Rock bottom to the calm standing close to me |
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Ya'll *************s know ya'll out of there, come on with the real |
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Ya'll *************s faking the funk, come with it |
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(Chorus) |
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Right now, what you need |
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Big Pooh, true in deed |
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Little Brother on the mic |
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About to rock it for you |
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It's for you |
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Ohh Ohh, Ohh Ohh |
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It's time to settle the score |
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Little Brother on the mic |
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About to rock it for you |
