Speed Racing-Little Brother/.

Skyzoo, Little Brother, Chaundon, 9th Wonder y'all [Skyzoo] I've been an originator, if my name's on it, I'm the creator So on a day to day, I'm duckin from perpetrators Haters talk a lotta nonsense, this, that and the third But when Sky get to stompin, they sit back on they words Homie I ain't deep with that bullshit You bite my style, you blocked down on some Paid In Full sh*t I dry it up quick, I don't play with my music If you don't got the heart of the talent then you shouldn't do this Everybody wanna shine, everybody spit bars Everybody got rhymes and everybody click hard But the truth is, none of your vehicles is ruthless And havin an imaginary burner can't do sh*t But I do what I do, move how I move My life's like a lost video for 2 Live Crew Still got the hood on smash So when I look over my shoulders New York is lookin right back [Hook: Skyzoo] Slow down to speed racin, dudes keep hatin But the minute we gone, we become they favourite Everybody tough, everybody talk flagrant But when the chips is down, nobody wanna say sh*t Slow it down, slow it down y'all (slow it down y'all) Slow it down, slow it down y'all (slow it down y'all) Speed racin, dudes keep hatin But the minute we gone, we become they favourite Slow it down... [Phonte] Uh, Phontigga still sick with the homonyms I say what up to your mans and your moms and 'nem A lotta niggas wanna take my place Deep down, get the f**k out my space like Tom and 'nem I'm up in Topshop wanderin, how the game got f**ked up Sat back and assessed it - niggas really think That if they ain't been arrested Shot or locked up, we ain't interested That ain't all true, and that ain't all you And if it ain't, ain't no need to lie about it Just cause a ni**a got the skills to sell d**e Don't mean he got the same skills to rap about it I came to rep the true article Makin every word, every verse spill like it was a part of you I never rhyme about no robbin or thievin And still got you niggas bobbin and weavin Like after school, so f**k haters, and the naysayers On the low, niggas is probably eighth graders Cats that won't play us cause they play favourites In the long term, on my own terms I'll make it [Hook] [Rapper Big Pooh] The illest there is, the realest you know 9th Wonder on the drums, an impeccable flow Toe for toe, the only heavy spitters you know Say I'm in it for the money but I came with doe That's for sho', niggas do thangs for show Buy sh*t they don't need, six months they po' Out the do', record movin out the sto' But they car repo'd, house resold Momma said everything that glitters ain't gold Truth be told I got what you need right now Pound for pound, we can go round for round But you lookin at the best up from the underground, dig it! [Chaundon] I got the roof on fire and the city under siege Name one rapper f**kin with me, b**ch please That's work, niggas is wack - if you was rhymin in the mirror Your reflection would be meldin it back Lyrically I can't stand y'all niggas I'ma start T-Painin your career, turnin rappers into singers And I know some of y'all are like "Who the f**k is he?" Or confident - "I know he ain't talkin to me" Slow it down, niggas too quick to run their miles Get Down with the King, this is Chaundon's House Big does on the couch drinkin ginger ale and vodka Bet my publishin, he can outshine your rasta Lords of the Underground, we some Chief Rockers This is the A-Team, I'm {?} This is that crack, this is that coke Said a few drug references, now they say I'm d**e [Hook]