War - Little Brother

Yeah… wanna take time to welcome y’all

THis «Chitlin Circuit 1.5»

It’s your man, Phonte

Yo fuck, I don’t need no introduction

Let’s get it goin on…

Uh, on the right track, to get it, it’s like that

Phontigga right back, to bi’ness I Strike Back

Like the Empire, Tay’s that celebrity dude

That moved next door, now they done made your rent higher

Raised the property values cause we the livest

I don’t care what they tell you, until them niggas beggin for

A spot on the album, ya need to fall back

Medicate yourself, I mean pump up the volume/Valium

Cause me and you are not cut from the same cloth

This is all me with no alteration

Got my team outside, and we all be waitin

Trust YOU don’t want no altercation

Cause no tellin what I’mma say to you, and if we in ya city

Act now, cause we prol’ly sell it out in a day or two

Cause everytime me and Pooh step on stage

Hoes start Klymaxx-in like we Met in the Ladies Room, nigga!

This is the team you got respect for

Everytime we step through that door to remind you

This rap shit is chess and not Connect Four

Phonte, Big Pooh on the track — now that’s WAR!

That’s what I’m sayin man…

LB ain’t no flash-in-the-pan ass shit.

Not no here-today-gone-tonight niggas.

It’s really on

Phonte, Big Pooh on the track — now that’s WAR!

I got the, heart of the lion, eye of the tiger

20/20 vision watchin shit transpire

Nonperishable, my records don’t expire

I’m that blue flame if we speakin on fires

«Wo» like Mya, burn like niacin

Feelin froggy, well try me then

I’mma a cold motherfucker wit a leaky pen

Don’t be confused cause you seen me grin

Take two to the chin, I been writin

Rap word recitin, Bogard-in on niggas

Like Poobie is a Viking

You ain’t gotta like 'em, but I got the juice

You thirsty niggas better off with the Sprite then

Marquee light and fuckers stay bitin

Do some other shit and you do it just like 'em

Your flow’s like he, your show’s like he

Now you out tryna bag hoes like me?!

Got no I.D., better be yourself!

You wantin to be niggas ain’t good for your health

.I'll be damned, it’s like I’m speakin to myself

The very next day, you tryna be somebody else, fucker!

Stop tryna be like this-nigga that-nigga

Won’t you just DO YOU, nigga?

I’mma do me, I’mma let my nigga DJ Flash do his thing

(Phonte, Big Pooh on the track — now that’s WAR!!)

«WAR!»

[- Chuck D

(Phonte, Big Pooh on the track — now that’s WAR!!)

Uh, yo, fuck whoever I offend, just talkin 'bout war

Not promotin violence we just, orchestrate

And promote violins like the London Philharmonics

And every track I bless, you gonna feel me on it

Tay, this is what they need, right?

(yeah)

I’m on a whole 'nother plane, this past year I been goin insane

Pickin at my brain for the right direction

Left winner interludes at your own discretion

Uh, dawg this is for your own protection

LB and we run this section, and we ain’t tryna hold off

We just, tag team like Nikita Koloff

You don’t wanna make that fatal faux-pas

And you don’t want it wit these boys — hell nah, cause we all all-stars

Checkin in to the game, 'bout to settle the score

9th soundin better than he ever did before

Big Pooh and Phonte on the track — now that’s WAR!

Uh, had to take it back to the days of the wrestling, nigga.

Goin back and forth like Ivan and Nikita, it’s goin down

Hulk Hogan, we comin fo' YOU, NIGGA!

(Big Pooh and Phonte on the track — now that’s WAR!!)

«WAR!»

[- Chuck D

(Big Pooh and Phonte on the track — now that’s WAR!!)