Lyrics War - Little Brother

War

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!!)