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