Lyrics Little Brother

Little Brother

Cross That Line (remix)

Mick Boogie, waddup?

Justus League, WADDUP?

KARDINAL! (OH! )

Konvict, Black Jays! UH!

[?], knowwhatI'msayin?

Cadillac, T-Dot due out my niggaz!

Let's GO!

It's Little Brother (uh-huh! )

Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder (heheheh...)

This how we doin it (Jeah! Show 'em what's goin on, my nig)

Letп's get it goin, check it out

They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this

Get real, LB and - form unholy alliances

Solely for the purpose of rhyming is - recommended

You keep your eye on this

Cause, I am this MC wit an iron fist

That, hammers out each style that I've invented

Hammers out each flows that I've presented

A solider for my squad like I enlisted

HOJ still swingin the guillotine

From here to the Philippines, it's just as I intended

Muh'fuckers still say dey ain't feelin me

You niggaz is killin me, it's just as I envisioned

And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionist

I ain't even gotta drop no more bars for this

Better dodge the draft, you don't want no war with this, c'mon!

It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock

I see you niggaz tryna cross that line

Don't stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock

But I ain't finna let you steal my shine

Yo, I am now who's with an iron fist

I am one of the last standing true ly-ricist

Look in my irises, all of my words insist

On bein consistent, I hope that you fine wit dis

Whether you signed to backpack and I'm killin all of you

Wack-winding, flowin off-time and weak-minded - (never mind)

My mind sprays like AKs' and Lebanon (BBBBBBBBRRRR! )

Speech is mad colorful like ice cream and Benetton

Fuck up a nigga real QUICK! - and that's the shit I'm on

Take out EMCEEEEEEES! - Once-A-Day like a vit-amon

CHEA! A rap vitamin, my circle stays tighter than

A virgin on birth control - I'm like a leviathan

When to put the trite and they MOTIF!

Iп've been declared a world THREAT - when 9th Wonder's on the BEAT!

(CHEA! ) Phonte, Big Pooh, and the Justus League

A lotta rappers soudin like they put crack in dey weed

BLACK JAYS!

It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock

CHEA! I see you niggaz tryna cross that line

Donп't stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock

Yea, and I'll be damned if you steal my shine, c'mon!

(BIG POOH! ) You in the presence of one of the greats

Ask niggaz from state to state, they say "Rapper"

I'm in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter

Glassjaw niggaz get shattered; I'm not flattered

Fried-chicken niggaz get battered

Then laced with a to served on a platter, HOT!

Right here if you want it or not

Got a mean 16 that came off the top

Ain't have no dough, walked off the lot

Came back next week and cop, I got some old shit

So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit

I'm light years in front of my foes

My Chi-Town niggaz be like, "Pooh, you so cold"

In H-Town, they be like "Poobie gettin th'owed"

Wool parka trench straight down to the flo'

We the Trillest muh'fuckers in the South, yee ain't kno!

It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock

I see you niggaz tryna cross that line

Don't stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock

But I ain't bout to let you steal my shine