Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Little Brother
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Kamin
Composer
Alex Band
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
9th Wonder
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
1, 2, ya'll
We about to set it like this on 'em
Little Brother, Justus League, Phonte, Big Pooh and it
Hey, yo-yo
Once again, what you're hearin' now
Is Phonte's power steering style
I'm killing **** at will
Freestyle legend act, captured the ears of show veterans
When the stakes got raised like Braille lettering
Down to the exact scale measurements
Time to let these motherfuckers know exactly what it is I represent
Real rhymes, you prone to remember me
I roam like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real shit
Was looking for **** that could wreck flaws and
Rhyme for they personal pleasure 'til four in the morning
With my back and my chest sore, ain't never have to press pause
'Til I stop the tape and hit 'em with a 'Yes, y'all'
Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat
Troubled **** got more issues than Jet
If you a showman put your stage up, cornball **** throw your maze up
Microsoft **** say word and page up
To this new style that's about to open doors
Carolina sickness, words I wrote with force
Then smack a **** like he broke his jaws, on the real man
Y'all **** out there is just a hopeless cause
Right now, what you need
Phonte, true indeed
Little Brother on the mic
About to rock it for you
You nice as this, so well, I'm a verbal chemist
Scientist on the mic, yo' society's menace
Hip-hop's Popeye and the beats is spinach
No need for Olive Oil 'cause her features limit
Overlooking Blutos 'cause they speech is gimmick
Give a fuck about your car if the jeep is rented
You cheap ****, it ain't even got features in it
Like to talk about money when you can't even spend it
This is real life and there's more things that's hollow
The tips that chicks swallow and throw up tomorrow
Or shells that pierce chests, leaving **** to death
Whispering last words and taking their last breath
Only authentic MCs is the last ones left
Watch 'em search the earth so they can grieve what's left
Even Eric Roberts know we the best of the best
I'm the reason most of y'all keep tapes in ya decks
Right now, what you need
Big Pooh, true indeed
Little Brother on the mic
About to rock it for you
It's for you and yours
It's time to settle the score
Little Brother on the mic
About to rock it for you
Now for the low, low price of only 8.99
Witness Phonte slice a phony, and spit a rhyme
That will settle your bets in thirty measures or less
I stay ahead of the rest, with incredible text
We fire off like it's New Year's Eve
Pooh is here for suck MCs
This year I made it hard to breathe
I'm the shit so your squad can't leave
(Yeah)
Got them waiting to applaud in the club
Standing tall like trees
Making the crowd cheer massively, I tell ****
"Ya'll ain't wack, y'all just sound wack rhyming after me
'Cause I'm the most magnificent"
Life is a blessing and y'all, I'm living it
For better, worse or indifferent
Thugs getting open to me
And your mad hands up in the air, like I told them to freeze
Ninth wonder on the boards, who it's supposed to be?
Rock bottom to the calm standing close to me
Y'all **** know y'all out of there
Come on with the real
Y'all **** faking the funk, come with it
Right now, what you need
Big Pooh, true indeed
Little Brother on the mic
About to rock it for you
It's for you and yours
It's time to settle the score
Little Brother on the mic
About to rock it for you
(Check it out, ya'll)
Written by: P. Coleman, Patrick Douthit, T. Jones
