Tension (Prod. 9th Wonder)
Little Brother
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And we do it like this y'all
All day, every time, don't miss y'all
It's Little Brother Phonte, don't quit y'all
It's Big Pooh, 9th Wonder on the shit y'all
It's like this, like that, keep it goin' on
It's like this, like that, keep it goin' on
I'm ready to fight, every last, hatin' ass, fakin' ass
Blatant ass, story-tellin', pussy Magellan
You ain't know, I came ready to scrap
I'm a chill-ass nigga 'til you push me, black
Yeah that's my nigga there, he got my back
We ride that bitch until the wheels fall off, and the rims gon' crack
A matter of fact, we back on attack
'Taya and Pooh rock mics, Nicky Knight for the track
The League is here, please beware
We been hungry for a while, muh'fuckers, we gon' eat this year (Yeah!)
I'm ready to do it, I'm ready for whatever
No matter the weather, rain, sleet, snow, hail or sunshine
And I'ma get mine, and I'ma get right
I don't care what you crab critics write
Despite the fact LB still phat to death
The last ones left, stay holdin' your breath, nigga
Without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin' tension in the air, yo
But I ain't goin' nowhere, we right muh'fuckin' here, yo
Without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin' tension in the air, yo
But I ain't goin' nowhere, we right muh'fuckin' here, yo
Check it out, yo
Phonte the rap paterfamilias
Man of constant sorrow that's in the booth killin' you niggas with
A highly flammable style that's burnin' your villages
And got everybody runnin' 'cause they see just how real it is
'Cause that's what it takes to get through
And all you faggoty niggas who fronted, no, we won't forget you
Who tried to fuck around with our sound credentials
But now when we come around, you sound premenstrual
I'll bring it to you live when it's time to
But I got bigger things on my mind and I know we gon' shine through
You creepin' and I know where to find you
I copped your twelve inch, how you let
Your instrumental out-rhyme you, nigga?
My whole team come through like the task force
Makin' niggas sit down is all we can stand for
You fake fifteen-and-a-half bar rap stars
Take your caps off, LB 'bout to blast off, what?
Without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin' tension in the air, yo
But we ain't goin' nowhere, we right muh'fuckin' here, yo
Without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin' tension in the air, yo
But we ain't goin' nowhere, we right muh'fuckin' here, yo
Ayo, I'm gon' get you, sucker
Every hero needs some theme music, and this is mine
You feelin' danger? Then press rewind, I press and climb
Dead weight MCs, garbage with the rhyme
Let's hit the pedal, yo, and let's burn out
I see the bitch in some of y'all
Get your heels and your best perm out
I'm hungry like the Wolf of London for a fresh turnout
That goes out to each and every last one of y'all fag niggas
Been tryin' to get on for years, now you mad with us
Wannabe MCs but better off ad-libbers
I jab niggas who claim they roll with mad killas
I got your album, every joint sound like bad filler
We constantly spinnin', like a set of Pirellis
We retrofitted like a chick rockin' jellies
It's all from the soul to my belly, you better pick up your celly
And let the world know Big Pooh is back, nigga
Without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin' tension in the air, yo
But I ain't goin' nowhere, we right muh'fuckin' here, yo
Without a doubt, turn it out, give it to you raw
Never seen, never heard, never did before
I'm feelin' tension in the air, yo
But I ain't goin' nowhere, we right muh'fuckin' here, yo
Yo, 1-2, it's like this, yo
Yo, run the J. League, yo
Give it, check it out, nigga
Yo, Sean Paul, Mike Gizzle
D.O. MC, better see
Give it to you raw
And LB, yo, yo, yo
We doin' this for y'all, yo
And that's what's up