9th Wonder

9th Wonder - Too Late lyrics

rate me

Da da da dum dum it's too late

Da da da dum dum it's too late

[Verse 1:]

A lot of artificial niggas gettin' mad it

Phonte and 9th got the raw uncut, with no preservatives or additives

So many words describe how we manage it

Beautiful, glorious, fuck it, you pick an adjective

Some of you beat makin' niggas sound funny to me

When y'all be in the club comin' to me

Playin' them garbage ass tracks but it's nothin' to me

Cause me and 9th come together so wonderfully

What a relief

I'm sick of these youngins with beef

We comin' with the live shit, really somethin' to see

Two hip hop enthusiasts, crate diggin' analysts

Break beat choppin'

Turn table protagonists

Waitin'

To crush wack MCs when I see one

With junior college skills, tryin' to hit a D1

Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes

But y'all ain't fuckin' with the merchant of dreams

It's like this and we doin' it

And we doin' it

And we doin' it

And we doin' it yo

[Chorus:]

Da da da dum dum it's too late

We got the crown, y'all can't take it back

You wanna battle?

It's too late for that

Da da da dum dum it's too late

Yo, about to watch this paper stack

You wanna freestyle?

It's too late for that

Da da da dum dum it's too late

We got the crown, y'all can't take it back

You wanna battle?

Hell naw, it's too late for that

Da da da dum dum it's too late

Yo, about to watch this paper stack

You wanna freestyle?

It's too late for that

[Verse 2:]

Ayo, let me stop and say this

Phonte drop the greatest rhymes to ever sit atop the play list

Got barbers tellin' me that I can not be faded

But y'all niggas fakin' jacks like Rob Elatiss

Just stop

You're not the greatest

Got a B Team style

Can't fuck with a nigga from the A List

Quick to tell niggas on the mic to back off of it

And earned an I'll rep because of it

You need a hit? Let me order it

I got a masters in freestyle

And a hook singin' back at Laurett

Cause I never back down

Y'all niggas be so wack I hear your engineers laughin' in the background

Bawlin'

Like, "Why the fuck them niggas say that?

Fuck this session, where's 9th and Phonte at? "

Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes

But y'all ain't fuckin' with the merchant of dreams

It's like this and we gettin' it

[Chorus:]

We got the crown, y'all can't take it back

You wanna battle?

It's too late for that

Da da da dum dum it's too late

Da da da dum dum it's too late

[Outro: Phonte - talking]

Cause you get an F- for your poor performance

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