Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starvation, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Starvation |
| Khrysis on the boards with the heat |
| We bout to turn this muh’fuckin Chitlin Circuit out |
| Yeah, yeah |
| The hottest product out, got my name on it |
| Everybody rap nowaday, the difference is I get payed for it |
| Fliers got my face on it… (you know my steez) |
| Takin pictures with some bitches, telling paparazzi «cheese» |
| My arrogance got me walkin with a mean swagger |
| Hooks and punch lines will make your team stagger |
| Between women and weed I only fuck with dimes |
| And both habits don’t affect my money or my mind |
| I’m always on the grind, can’t afford to fall behind |
| (And you wack ass niggas) can’t eclipse my shine |
| (You can’t handle the truth) Chaundon stay winnin |
| I’m a problem behind bars like Mission Linen |
| You need a sixteen? |
| I’m the man for the job |
| Been nice since Mike got his first nose job |
| You could never get the best of me |
| If I was Alex Trebek, I would bet your whole career would be in Jeopardy! |
| Uh, 'Te and Chaundilla… get on the mic and clash like titans |
| Strike like lightnin, and what’s quite frightenin |
| Is the fact that there’ll never be another quite like him |
| Scratch rap, my category’s insight writin |
| Cause the sound of my voice could insight riots |
| And my teetering style invites bitin — yes |
| That nigga got flows, and he do got hoes |
| Whether they hot does or inside Hyatts |
| Phonte’s the man to do it — y’all spineless |
| While my shit is timeless like Jammin Lewis |
| Only because you need it, and dog best believe that |
| You the livest nigga walkin only because I’m seated |
| Heavyweight rhyme shit — y’all about to see it |
| Have the crowd stretched out like a Sealy Posturepedic |
| My nigga Khrysis beat knock and rock the speakers |
| Till all competition is obsolete as Phonte nigga |
| Uh, everybody wanna see some focus |
| I say to everybody «Be chill, cause I know this» |
| I wrote this for a show down south |
| In the lab, where your ass? |
| You can blow things out |
| Word of mouth got me close ta |
| Bein a recurrent theme on your kid’s poster |
| I’m boast a, record that the average rapper |
| What you know? |
| He can’t even come close ta |
| We roast up, any opposition |
| Itchin and scratch us with them frail compositions |
| I’m on a mission yo, and I dedi- |
| Cated my flow to critics and assholes |
| And also, new swagger, now Rapper |
| Swings a dagger that’s bigger than Conan’s |
| I’m too lesbian to hold hands |
| Wish about better days when you endin, see I promise man |
| Just bought the new Big Tymers man |
| Don’t be mad — I heard Mickie D’s is now hir-an |
| Till that day I’m retir-an |
| I’m a be on a level that’s more higher than — you! |