Grown Folks - Fakts One, Little Brother

Check it out

(Yeah, check it out)

Little Brother

(Are we recordin?)

Phonte, Big Pooh and 9th Wonder

(We're not? We are?)

Justus League

(Oh it’s rollin?)

Run for cover

Check it out

Uh, uh

(LB and Fakts One)

We about to do the damn thing y’all

(And that’s how’s it done)

Little Brother

(North Carolina)

Fakts One

(To Massachusetts and all that)

And everybody

(Let's get it goin, check it out)

Check a, check it out, right now

Been known to pop the oculars of MC’s that’s eyein mine (uh)

Tay chillin in the cut like iodine, have you cryin blind (Wah)

Hip hop was half dead, we try to revitalize

My big Rube style, y’all Americans idolize (woooo)

And Simon says shut the fuck up when you try to rhyme

This rap shit is more than what I do with idle time (idle time)

When I was young had a vision

That one day I would move the crowd ill like a bad magician (ill like a bad

magician)

Hooked with Pooh and 9th and got on a battle mission

And now we on point like statisticians (dodododo …)

Let the whole world have a listen

Rollin across country in a van with the windows tinted (in a van with the

windows tinted)

With no alcohol, blow, or no indo in it

Ten years (ten years) and y’all fuckers still tryin to get your demo finished?

(AH!)

Damn shame y’all done been so timid

A «House Party», and «I'm gonna get those digits!»

(Rapper Big Pooh) — 2X

Yo, LB put it down from North Cak to Boston

(Signs of the times and my sign read 'caution')

Lost when my rhyme style changed quite often

(«Boy shut your mouth when grown folks is talkin!»)

They want to know who the best is

Expose holes in your flows like a case of asbestos

I damage rhyme architectures

The ex of professors (ex of professors), spittin lectures

Yo, my love’s gonna get ya (love's gonna get ya)

Flow like ketchup, perform holdin my «Shaft»

I’m a bad mother (shut your mouth), you better watch yo ass

Glass jaw, not need MC’s, they not need believe

'Til they slumped over fightin to breathe (fightin to breathe)

Incitin to squeeze, you know my steez (you know my steez)

Hundred degrees, a hundred ten percent, if you askin Bradley

I will gladly (I will gladly), bust up the scene

CO, Chief Indian, know what I mean?

(know what I mean?)

Probably not, in case you forgot, a wicked jump shot (a wicked jump shot)

In my lifetime (in my lifetime), never slang crack rock

Peep the back drop, all about skills I, a lottery pick and never in the last

spot

Check it out

— w/ ad libs

Fakts One’s ready (Big Dho)

Big Dho’s ready (O eighteen)

Ak is ready (J League)

North Krys is ready (Comenchi)

9Th Wonder’s ready (E-Flow)

MB’s ready (Chaundon)

J League’s ready (come on)

And we keep it comin

You ain’t tryin to really see a rhyme predator flex

Phontigilo (Phontigilo), a bad motherfucker like Edifice Rex (chill)

LB put in down like a veteran set

Check 3, 4, (check 3, 4) he’s two steps ahead of the rest (come on)

I’m in control of these mic devices

Pooh was priceless (Pooh was priceless)

Sort of like MasterCard, I master squads (master squads), I blast on y’all

In case you want to know later, that’s why I’m laughin y’all (laughin y’all)

That’s like ha ha ha ha, say it so bizarre

Rip mics and spit tight like it’s Mardi Gras (like it’s Mardi Gras)

This ain’t a comedy stop, save your hardy hars

We can cut the bullshit, drop the blaise blas (drop the blaise blas)

I never was the type to trip on all these broads

And their dime store Minolo’s and fake Armani bras (ha!)

We spit it for the streets and people that want it hard

Show love (show love) and treat 'em just like they one of ours (aight, come on)

Y’all’s better bow down to the champs here (champs here)

I suggest you play me close cause we got the goods here

Approach our competition and I have no fear (approach our competition and I

have no fear)

LB, Fakts One, J League, stand clear

Now what