Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Honorable, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Honorable |
| Okay, we runnin it now |
| Like this baby, feel it Yo, get out your pens and pads, get out your pads and pens |
| Guitars, keyboards, 8-tracks and your mandolins |
| Its real music, real business that we handlin |
| Bout to bring the real shit back so stop the panickin |
| Go cast your votes on it and put your folks on it Pushing my knee sign but still payin notes on it It ain't a classic till that nigga 'Te done spoke on it Holy Grail shit, call the Vatican and poke on it With our |
| immaculate flows makin the fans cuckoo |
| Smackin my hoes leavin em bamboozled |
| I’m not a teacher, just a grand pupil |
| A Pit Bull walkin hard and talkin shit over these damn Poodles |
| That ain’t outspoken, there’s no way I could be outspoken |
| As long as 'Te is on the mic, ignite this mouse holdin |
| If niggas from the South ruin — the head doctor got your spouse chokin |
| With her mouth open, get it right bitches |
| Let’s get it on niggas, they thought they could hang with us Their bad, just a pain to us, we trained to flush |
| Out the weak links that’s chained to us Real cats can’t afford to give slack |
| We battle back, now the League’s in search of the ring |
| Championship watchers do our thing |
| Made for TV after-school specials and prime time |
| The latest talk shows, now every broad knows |
| And every squad goes to all of our shows |
| It’s so beautiful and that’s the usual |
| Heavy rotation, played on every radio station |
| US, Asia, even hero every vacation |
| It’s so plain to see it’s so plain to me This is not what I do, this is who I must be And its not just me cause it’s just we Hip Hop passed the torch, now I rest comfortably |
| I ain’t both of us but I can smell your feminine flagrance |
| So foul, rappers started callin me flagrant |
| Bein South dog is my duty |
| And I agree with Teddy Riley, when you on the mic I see booty |
| All your TV sounds obsolete |
| Why would I need BET when I got hits on the street? |
| Fuck who I offend when I say this |
| Cause your name show the first with an asterisk on Wendy Willaims gay list |
| You’re so wack I can’t stand it Your rap book is holdin onto more junk than Fred G. Stanford |
| You nicer than me? |
| Nigga please |
| You can battle like samurai and still take an L in Japanese |
| If my name’s in your mouth, every time the wind blows |
| I toss your Microsoft ass out of ninety-eight windows |
| Tough talk niggas be scared on the low |
| Every time I come around they speak in binary codes |
| Got em wishin all day that I disappear |
| Cause I keep startin new shit like freshman air |
| I’m about to climb the charts like «Pardon me dogs» |
| I keep motherfuckers jumpin like lottery boards motherfucker… |