Little Brother - Starvation Lyrics
[feat. Chaundon][Chaundon:]Yeah, it's Chaundon, and Little BrotherKhrysis on the boards with the heatWe bout to turn this muh'*****in Chitlin Circuit outYeah, yeahThe hottest product out, got my name on itEverybody rap nowaday, the difference is I get payed for itFliers got my face on it... (you know my steez)Takin pictures with some *****es, telling paparazzi "cheese"My arrogance got me walkin with a mean swaggerHooks and punch lines will make your team staggerBetween women and weed I only ***** with dimesAnd both habits don't affect my money or my mindI'm always on the grind, can't afford to fall behind(And you wack ass niggas) can't eclipse my shine(You can't handle the truth) Chaundon stay winninI'm a problem behind bars like Mission LinenYou need a sixteen? I'm the man for the jobBeen nice since Mike got his first nose jobYou could never get the best of meIf I was Alex Trebek, I would bet your whole career would be in Jeopardy![Phonte:]Uh, 'Te and Chaundilla... get on the mic and clash like titansStrike like lightnin, and what's quite frighteninIs the fact that there'll never be another quite like himScratch rap, my category's insight writinCause the sound of my voice could insight riotsAnd my teetering style invites bitin - yesThat nigga got flows, and he do got hoesWhether they hot does or inside HyattsPhonte's the man to do it - y'all spinelessWhile my shit is timeless like Jammin LewisOnly because you need it, and dog best believe thatYou the livest nigga walkin only because I'm seatedHeavyweight rhyme shit - y'all about to see itHave the crowd stretched out like a Sealy PosturepedicMy nigga Khrysis beat knock and rock the speakersTill all competition is obsolete as Phonte nigga[Rapper Big Pooh:]Uh, everybody wanna see some focusI say to everybody "Be chill, cause I know this"I wrote this for a show down southIn the lab, where your ass? You can blow things outWord of mouth got me close taBein a recurrent theme on your kid's posterI'm boast a, record that the average rapperWhat you know? He can't even come close taWe roast up, any oppositionItchin and scratch us with them frail compositionsI'm on a mission yo, and I dedi-Cated my flow to critics and *****sAnd also, new swagger, now RapperSwings a dagger that's bigger than Conan'sI'm too lesbian to hold handsWish about better days when you endin, see I promise manJust bought the new Big Tymers manDon't be mad - I heard Mickie D's is now hir-anTill that day I'm retir-anI'm a be on a level that's more higher than - you!
