Little Brother - 24 lyrics

rate me

Yo, this be unorthodox

Dunn awesome ock

Niggas ain't on they job

Dumb off the clock

I'm all on my watch

Y'all all have to watch

How I made niggas run into a halt and stop

Hot

Scorchin' mic devices

Nice since, Morgan Freeman got his driver's license

Niggas bars aight, but really that hype shit

Is Torae, Phonte, Big Pooh and Khrysis

Whoop whoop is the sound of the po po

But the sound of my vocals, sound like a choke hold

All over these so called

Niggas that's so dope

Nigga you about as hot as a snow cone

(You so gone)

Your monic is monic go way about your head like yamakas

I'm fire everyday like it's Chanukah

Thermometer monitor

Meteoric measurer barometer

Rhymin' niggas don't wanna follow, huh

The Donald Goines of flowin'

Cause when I pen it, I go when I'm heartless/Hart less

Like the brothers of Owen

I already got it done I'm just keepin' it goin'

This is grown folk talk

Youngin' speak when you spoken

Hopin' the hopeless note these bars that I wrote

If you devote your focus you could come as dope as this

This track's atrocious

The verses too

Cause we got Khrysis on the board like he's surfin' dude

Yeah, it's Little Brother. My nigga Khrysis on the beat. My nigga Tor.

Let's show these niggas what MCin' sounds like man.

Ayo, get on the mic spit a couple of verses

Make niggas give it up like "What the fuck is my purpose?

Cause he's such an elaborate wordsmith."

Phon-teezy

Spit greezy like a bucket of churches

Three piece

These streets wanna see what I'm workin' with

So you Ringling niggas can stop that Circus shit

Y'all got hip hop soundin' like kids-bop

So I'm gonna murk these tracks like Berkowitz

The Son Of Samuel, watch me surface with

A new rhyme that make y'all wack niggas call time out

Let's talk real shit

If you can't feel this

You sniffin' that Lohan or smokin' that Winehouse

I'm on the grind now

Just tryin' to find out

If y'all niggas really gonna waste your time

Takin' shots at Phonte, wastin' all your rhymes

Wanna step to the kid, you done lost your mind

I'll do your school of thought like Columbine

Can't stay there in Virginia Tech all combined

I'm a Reservoir Dog like?

Tell the truth when most niggas will hardly drop

When I roll through the borough they say, "Phonte home."

When I spit that hard shit they say, "Phonte wrong."

Sang a hook, they be like, "Uww, that's Phonte's song."

24 bars, it's over nigga, Phonte gone

Like uh uh on

Hear ye hear ye, come one come all

Niggas pray and pray on my downfall

I can get knocked down, be back tomorrow

Pooh still looks fresh, no scrapes or scars

Get on my Suge Knight, puff on a cigar

Or my Tracy Chapman, this is my guitar

And my best so far, continues to be light years and your sub par

Like if we both box, with me you couldn't spar

Be who you are, that's lame my nig

I'm a be who I am, won't change for shit

Greatest in my hands with a hell of a grip

Don't quit your day job, that's a hell of a tip

Kind of funny finding you on mine, don't trip

I write rhymes daily

Records come yearly

Got to make sure all my people gon' hear me

Told y'all sincerely, I won't quit

Triumph in my words, every line I spit

Jim Crow wack niggas, to the back you sit

It's Rapper Big Pooh, small minds don't fit

Tell 'em H.O.J. is the crew I'm with

Bull City down here, better come meet quick

Even on black ice, won't see me slip

Put the pressure on niggas, make 'em all submit

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