Little Brother

Little Brother - Feelin' Alright lyrics

rate me

(We gon' do it, we gon' do it...)

Uh, uh, uh...

In case you're now just tunin in

This is... North Carolina's finest

Little Brother, run for cover

And y'all know the blackness mighta got a hold of us

And we missed that plane to the Netherlands

We goin worldwide right now to Japan, all my peoples in Osaka

Tokyo, and Fu-koko, and ALL of dat, yaknahmsayin?

Party with the fly cuties, all the honeys...

All the b-boys and b-girls wanna hear that REAL hip-hop, y'all

We 'bout to take it to you, bring it to you live like this right here

I go by the name, of uh, Motivational Speaker Wolfgang Flowers

A/k/a Tiggalonious a/k/a Phonte from Little Brother

My man, Big Pooh, let 'em know a lil' somethin, c'mon!

The last man standin; Pooh outlast any banned American or tally

Meet me in the alley, you wanna go blow for blow

I stand, toe to toe with any average Joe

Above average, yo, please feel me flow

I set the mic ablaze. then watch it burn to the flo'

So skill, when I handle the bill

Dismantle at will, do my thang then it's time to chill

Take time to build, with the fam on the downtime

I drown rhyme with the fifth of the If

If you miss, I'll extinguish, I mean this

A mean bitch, like a chick on her cycle

I fight dudes and spite rules, real dirty

I hope the world heard me, now watch somebody test 'em (watch)

I'm so pessimistic, I try to tell ya

Beforehand, but the people wouldn't listen

Everybody in the house, if you feelin alright

Put a hand in the air, let's get it tonight

Let's get it tonight, if you feelin alright

Put a hand in the air, we makin moves y'all

And all the ladies in the house, if you feelin alright

Gotcha outfit on, and ya jeans is tight

Let's get it tonight, if you feelin alright

LB and we about to show and prove, y'all

(Check me) Thought you was gon' take what's mine

Oh no! - I got-ta have it

LB's on the top of the liiiine

OH NO! - I GOT-TA HAVE IT! - Nigga!

When I step on stage, that's when the joy ends

Hoes be whisperin, mad 'cause I dissed they boyfriends

Lookin at me askin Tay, "Why you so mean? "

It's 'cause I'm the most slept-on since codeine, and niggaz want beef

Or can't take the protein, irons, and minerals

Crush you Minute Maid-rappers in 30-second intervals (uh)

Album couldn't see one of my interludes

Have you spittin and stutterin like Tavis Smiley in his interviews (ah-burbeeburbeebeeboo...)

You wack emcees be warned, sick of niggaz wantin

To freestyle all night, but can't perform

My nigga, showmanship is what counts (uh!)

You gets no dough, your mic check just bounced (BOING!)

And came back with a "funds denied" stamp with it

Rap today is like a Minstrel/menstrual Show, even I'm catchin stomach cramps in it (uhh!)

It wouldn't matter if you put your whole camp in it

It's just a +Flavor+ for y'all +Cold Lamp+ with it, wha?

On the track, never takin it back - (and we about to show and prove, y'all)

Like this and like that, tune in live to the sounds of the L and the B and the J and the L

(It's LB and we about to show and prove, y'all)

That's Little Brother and the Justus League, if you didn't know it

We got to have it! C'mon baby

WHOO! C'mon baby, baby c'mon

(Y'all cain't have shit!)

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