Band Practice, Pt. 2. (feat. Phonte & Median)

They ask me what I think about the competition And I say "No, I couldn't care less about the team strugglin' I wanna kiss you" New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo Tigallo and 9th Wonder, maybe We got yo girl undulating To the rhythm of the drum Wet t-shirt lookin' like a vacation Take it off like Monday, baby And there will be no underrating So please hold your applause Let it bump a little up in your cars They say that boy's back Nigga, this is blackboard rap You can gon' chalk it up to a loss And if you got a problem with it, walk it up to the boss And get your card pulled like pitty pat Body a verse and put it in a pine box You niggas can get a fuckin' shine box, Billy Batts And really that's all my time, this is the last chapter You x and y, we off the damn axis Intricate, me and 9th, two of God's instruments And when we get together you can call it band practice Men of action, they hustle bass ackwards Penny for your thoughts kid, miss me with that rappin' Sho Nuff, I am like the master See the glow what, grown up, I am that then I am passion, two parts magic Sprinkle in authentic, simmer with a little madness Got a vendetta for the magistrate Catch you in the world plain clothes, ain't no tellin' what'll happen That would be entrapment Please, the audacity and casualty of crassness I am absent minded for I am past it Fry a fish much bigger for the inquisitive Jurassic Picture Moby Dick, hold a flick, don't miss it May sank your ship, Ahab iddish You need Arab benjamins when payin' close attention to the mentionings I too have brought an instrument for I've always known that they were listenin' this is the last chapter You x and y, we off the damn axis Intricate, me and 9th, two of God's instruments And when we get together you can call it band practiceAnd really that's all my time, this is the last chapter You x and y, we off the damn axis Intricate, me and 9th, two of God's instruments And when we get together you can call it band practice.