The Beginning - Little Brother, Yahzarah

The song ends and we must begin again

Illmind, playin the sad songs, won’t be no sad song tonight baby

There will be no sad songs tonight, as we begin to give you something new

Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna thank y’all for tuning in This is Chitlin Circuit 1.5

I go by the name, Phontigga Phonte, I got a couple of names

My partner Rapper, Rapper Big Pooh, Pooh, he got a couple of names too

9th Wonder, 9th Wond-raw, he got a couple of names

Illmind on the track, we gon’get it goin, let me slide into it Check it out, uh Check Tigallo up your the spot, he’s so flagrant

Bitch, my love sign reads no vacancy

You might as well consider yourself vagrant

This is for those that said we wouldn’t make it And didn’t understand how far we that would take it Sittin back thinkin in amazement

Tryna figure out where their days went

That’s why me and Pooh stick to the basics

Young’n just face it, the game need a facelift

Some things rearrange, some will shape shift

Cut and paste this, there’s some cottonmouth niggas who should taste this

I’m Terry Tate on the mic, come face this

Got to go all in ya truck like a U-Haul

Me and 'Te do y’all, you don’t want it on the mic, nigga screw y’all

I heard your record and you sound better than who y’all?

It’s something new, you better believe

Feels so good to me, it’s the beginning

It’s the start of something new, feels so good to me You better believe it’s the beginning

We bout to get it started right now y’all, uh Check Tigallo up your spot, he’s still stunnin

Wifey talkin bout she still cuming

Cause I hit her off with different strokes like Phil Drummond

You don’t want beef cause they will run in Your crib and bounce with the metre still runnin

Don’t get it confused, them LB dudes

Do get down and for that crown I’m still gunnin

This is real young’n

So let me tell you somethin

It’s a hundred verses runnin, Poobie still gunnin

For that number one spot, and shit won’t stop

Till I’m from the plannin cemented at the top

Drop me never, I’m as good as it get

Grip like pliers on your television sets

While you’re all upset I’m just speaking the facts

Getting bent out of shape, you don’t know how to act

Niggas, I’m just talking bout rap

Uh, last time around, yo Check Tigallo up in your spot, he’s so drastic

His stage presence ain’t wrapped too tight

It seems larger than life and he appears so massive

That’s why you bastards like to watch me Cause I rhyme so classic like Tchaikovsky

And I ain’t thinkin bout no paparazzi

Big Dough go and pop the 'razzi nigga

Cause this is celebration

With the beats and the rhymes and we elevatin

And all the people, I can tell they waitin

My right hand so devastating

And it tend to have a mind of its own

It don’t exhibit patience, racin

Through lines and books

Do this shit for a livin, it ain’t simple as it looks

When that ink run dry better be a good cook

Have a job lined up or be a great crook

Another heart gets took

Uh, Illmind is down with us I say, the J-League, they down with us I say, Joe Scudda, he down with us And uh, 9th Wonder, yeah he down with us I say, Big Dough, he down with us

That's my manager, you know he down with us And uh, O-Dash is down with us And uh, Yazahrah is down with us And uh, D-Brock, he down with us And everybody out there, yeah you down with us Uh

, J-League, Little Brother, Chitlin Circuit 1.5