Little Brother - The Honorable Lyrics
feat. Chaundon[Phonte]Okay, we runnin it nowLike this baby, feel itYo, get out your pens and pads, get out your pads and pensGuitars, keyboards, 8Annotate-tracks and your mandolinsIts real music, real business that we handlinBout to bring the real shit back so stop the panickinGo cast your votes on it and put your folks on itPushing my Nissan but still payin notes on itIt ain't a classic till that nigga 'Te done spoke on itHoly Grail shit, call the Vatican and poke on itWith our immaculate flows makin the fans cuckooSmackin my hoes leavin em bamboozledI'm not a teacher, just a grand pupilA Pit Bull walkin hard and talkin shit over these damn PoodlesThat ain't outspoken, there's no way I could be outspokenAs long as 'Te is on the mic, ignite this mouse holdinIf niggas from the South ruin - the head doctor got your spouse chokinWith her mouth open, get it right *****es[Scratches/Samples by 9th Wonder][Rapper Big Pooh]Let's get it on niggas, they thought they could hang with usTheir bad, just a pain to us, we trained to flushOut the weak links that's chained to usReal cats can't afford to give slackWe battle back, now the League's in search of the ringChampionship watchers do our thingMade for TV after-school specials and prime timeThe latest talk shows, now every broad knowsAnd every squad goes to all of our showsIt's so beautiful and that's the usualHeavy rotation, played on every radio stationUS, Asia, even hero every vacationIt's so plain to see it's so plain to meThis is not what I do, this is who I must beAnd its not just me cause it's just weHip Hop passed the torch, now I rest comfortably[Scratches/Samples by 9th Wonder][Chaundon]I ain't Full Force but I can smell your feminine flagranceSo foul, rappers started callin me flagrantBein top dog is my dutyAnd I agree with Teddy Riley, when you on the mic I see bootyAll your TV sounds obsoleteWhy would I need BET when I got hits on the street?***** who I offend when I say thisCause your name showed up first with an asterisk on Wendy Williams' gay listYou're so wack I can't stand itYour rap book is holdin onto more junk than Fred G. SanfordYou nicer than me? Nigga pleaseYou can battle like samurai and still take an L in JapaneseIf my name's in your mouth, every time the wind blowsI toss your Microsoft ass out of ninety-eight windowsTough talk niggas be scared on the lowEvery time I come around they speak in binary codesGot em wishin all day that I disappearCause I keep startin new shit like freshman yearI'm about to climb the charts like "Pardon me dogs"I keep mother*****ers jumpin like lottery balls mother*****er...
