Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cross That Line, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 16.09.2019
Song language: English
Cross That Line |
| Mick Boogie, waddup? |
| Justus League, WADDUP? |
| KARDINAL! |
| (OH!) |
| Konvict, Black Jays! |
| UH! |
| , knowwhatI’msayin? |
| Cadillac, T-Dot due out my niggaz! |
| Let’s GO! |
| It’s Little Brother (uh-huh!) |
| Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder (heheheh.) |
| This how we doin it (Jeah! Show 'em what’s goin on, my nig) |
| Let?'s get it goin, check it out |
| They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this |
| Get real, LB and ---- form unholy alliances |
| Solely for the purpose of rhyming is — recommended |
| You keep your eye on this |
| cause, I am this MC wit an iron fist |
| that, hammers out each style that I’ve invented |
| Hammers out each flows that I’ve presented |
| A solider for my squad like I enlisted |
| HOJ still swingin the guillotine |
| from here to the Philippines, it’s just as I intended |
| Muh’fuckers still say dey ain’t feelin me You niggaz is killin me, it’s just as I envisioned |
| And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionist |
| I ain’t even gotta drop no more bars for this |
| Better dodge the draft, you don’t want no war with this, c’mon! |
| It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock |
| I see you niggaz tryna cross that line |
| Don’t stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock |
| But I ain’t finna let you steal my shine |
| Yo, I am now who’s with an iron fist |
| I am one of the last standing true ly-ricist |
| Look in my irises, all of my words insist |
| on bein consistent, I hope that you fine wit dis |
| Whether you signed to backpack and I’m killin all of you |
| wack-winding, flowin off-time and weak-minded — (never mind) |
| My mind sprays like AKs’and Lebanon (BBBBBBBBRRRR!!!) |
| Speech is mad colorful like ice cream and Benetton |
| Fuck up a nigga real QUICK! |
| — and that’s the shit I’m on Take out EMCEEEEEEES!!! |
| — Once-A-Day like a vit-amon |
| CHEA! |
| A rap vitamin, my circle stays tighter than |
| a virgin on birth control — I’m like a leviathan |
| When to put the trite and they MOTIF! |
| I?'ve been declared a world THREAT — when 9th Wonder’s on the BEAT! |
| (CHEA!!!) Phonte, Big Pooh, and the Justus League |
| A lotta rappers soudin like they put crack in dey weed |
| BLACK JAYS! |
| It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock |
| CHEA! |
| I see you niggaz tryna cross that line |
| Don?'t stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock |
| Yea, and I’ll be damned if you steal my shine, c’mon! |
| (BIG POOH!!) You in the presence of one of the greats |
| Ask niggaz from state to state, they say «Rapper» |
| I’m in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter |
| Glassjaw niggaz get shattered; |
| I’m not flattered |
| Fried-chicken niggaz get battered |
| then laced with a to served on a platter, HOT! |
| Right here if you want it or not |
| Got a mean 16 that came off the top |
| Ain’t have no dough, walked off the lot |
| Came back next week and cop, I got some old shit |
| So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit |
| I’m light years in front of my foes |
| My Chi-Town niggaz be like, «Pooh, you so cold» |
| In H-Town, they be like «Poobie gettin th’owed» |
| Wool parka trench straight down to the flo' |
| We the Trillest muh’fuckers in the South, yee ain’t kno?! |
| It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock |
| I see you niggaz tryna cross that line |
| Don’t stop the party, stop-stop the party, rock |
| But I ain’t bout to let you steal my shine |