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little brother - the honorable lyrics

[phonte:]
okay, we runnin it now
like this baby, feel it

yo, get out your pens and pads, get out your pads and pens
guitars, keyboards, 8-tracks and your mandolins
it’s real music, real business that we handlin
bout to bring the real sh-t back so stop the panickin
go cast your votes on it and put your folks on it
pushing my knee sign but still payin notes on it
it ain’t a cl-ssic till that n-gg- ‘te done spoke on it
holy grail sh-t, call the vatican and poke on it
with our immaculate flows makin the fans cuckoo
smackin my hoes leavin em bamboozled
i’m not a teacher, just a grand pupil
a pit bull walkin hard and talkin sh-t over these d-mn poodles
that ain’t outspoken, there’s no way i could be outspoken
as long as ‘te is on the mic, ignite this mouse holdin
if n-gg-s from the south ruin – the head doctor got your spouse chokin
with her mouth open, get it right b-tches

[scratches/samples by 9th wonder]

[rapper big pooh:]
let’s get it on n-gg-s, they thought they could hang with us
their bad, just a pain to us, we trained to flush
out the weak links that’s chained to us
real cats can’t afford to give slack
we battle back, now the league’s in search of the ring
championship watchers do our thing
made for tv after-school specials and prime time
the latest talk shows, now every broad knows
and every squad goes to all of our shows
it’s so beautiful and that’s the usual
heavy rotation, played on every radio station
us, asia, even hero every vacation
it’s so plain to see it’s so plain to me
this is not what i do, this is who i must be
and it’s not just me cause it’s just we
hip hop p-ssed the torch, now i rest comfortably

[scratches/samples by 9th wonder]

[chaundon:]
i ain’t both of us but i can smell your feminine flagrance
so foul, rappers started callin me flagrant
bein south dog is my duty
and i agree with teddy riley, when you on the mic i see booty
all your tv sounds obsolete
why would i need bet when i got hits on the street?
f-ck who i offend when i say this
cause your name show the first with an asterisk on wendy willaims gay list
you’re so wack i can’t stand it
your rap book is holdin onto more junk than fred g. stanford
you nicer than me? n-gg- please
you can battle like samurai and still take an l in j-panese
if my name’s in your mouth, every time the wind blows
i toss your microsoft -ss out of ninety-eight windows
tough talk n-gg-s be scared on the low
every time i come around they speak in binary codes
got em wishin all day that i disappear
cause i keep startin new sh-t like freshman air
i’m about to climb the charts like “pardon me dogs”
i keep motherf-ckers jumpin like lottery boards motherf-cker…

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