For You - Little Brother

Yea one two ya’ll we about to set this like this on em

Little Brother, Justus League, Phonte, Big Pooh and it

Hey yo yo

Once again what you’re hearing now, is Phonte’s power steering style

I’m killing niggas at will

Freestyle legend act, captured the ears of show veterans

When the stakes got raised like Braille lettering

Down to the exact scale measurements

Time to let these motherfuckers know exactly what it is I represent

Real rhymes, you prone to remember me

I roam like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real shit

Was looking for niggas that could wreck flaws and

Rhyme for they personal pleasure 'til four in the morning

With my back and my chest sore and never have to press

Pause 'til I stop the tape and hit em with a yes y’all

Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat

Troubled nigga got more issues than Jet

If you a show then put your stage up, cornball niggas throw your maze up

Microsoft niggas say word and page up

To this new style that’s about to open doors

Carolina sickness that I wrote with force

Then smack a nigga like he broke his jaws, on the real man

Y’all niggas out there is just a hopeless cause

Right now, what you need

Phonte true in deed

Little Brother on the mic

About to rock it for you

You nice as this, so I’m a verbal chemist

Scientist on the mic yo society’s menace

Hip-hop's Popeye and the beats is spinach

No need for Olive Oil cause her features limit

Overlooking Bluto’s cause they speech is gimmick

Give a fuck about your car if the jeep is rented

You cheap nigga, it ain’t even got features in it

Like to talk about money when you can’t even spend it

This is real life and there’s more things that’s hollow

The tips that chicks swallow and throw up tomorrow

Or shells that pierce chests leaving niggas to death

Whispering last words and taking their last breath

Only authentic emcees is the last ones left

Watch em search the earth so they can grieve what’s left

Even Eric Roberts know we the best of the best

I’m the reason why most of y’all keep tapes in ya decks

Right now, what you need

Big Pooh, true in deed

Little Brother on the mic

About to rock it for you

It’s for you and yours

It’s time to settle the score

Little Brother on the mic

About to rock it for you

Now for the low low price of only 8.99

Witness Phonte slice a phony, and spit a rhyme

That will settle your bets in 30 measures or less

I stay ahead of the rest with incredible text

We fire off like it’s New Year’s Eve, Pooh is here for

Sucka emcees, this year I made it hard to breathe

I’m the shit so your squad can’t leave, got them waiting

To applaud in the club, standing tall like trees

Making the crowd cheer massively, I tell niggas

Ya’ll ain’t wack, y’all just sound wack rhyming after me

Cause I’m the most magnificent, life is a blessing

And y’all I’m living it, for better worse or indifferent

Thugs getting open to me, and yo mad

Hands up in the air like I told them to freeze

9th Wonder on the boards, who it supposed to be

Rock bottom to the calm standing close to me

Y’all niggas know y’all out of there, come on with the real

Y’all niggas faking the funk, come with it

Right now, what you need

Big Pooh, true in deed

Little Brother on the mic

About to rock it for you

It’s for you and yours

It’s time to settle the score

Little Brother on the mic

About to rock it for you