Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Beginning, artist - Little Brother.
Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Beginning |
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 |
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