Band Practice Pt. 2

[Intro: Phonte] They ask me what I think about the competition And I say “No, I couldn’t care less about the team strugglin' I wanna kiss you” New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo [Verse 1: Phonte] Tigallo and 9th Wonder, maybe We got yo girl undulating To the rhythm of the drum Wet t-shirt lookin’ like a vacation Take it off like Monday, baby And there will be no underrating So please hold your applause Let it bump a little up in your cars They say that boy’s back Nigga, this is blackboard rap You can gon’ chalk it up to a loss And if you got a problem with it, walk it up to the boss And get your card pulled like pitty pat Body a verse and put it in a pine box You niggas can get a fuckin’ shine box, Billy Batts [Hook: Phonte] And really that’s all my time, this is the last chapter You x and y, we off the damn axis Intricate, me and 9th, two of God’s instruments And when we get together you can call it band practice [Verse 2: Median] Men of action, they hustle bass ackwards Penny for your thoughts kid, miss me with that rappin’ Sho Nuff, I am like the master See the glow what, grown up, I am that then I am passion, two parts magic Sprinkle in authentic, simmer with a little madness Got a vendetta for the magistrate Catch you in the world plain clothes, ain’t no tellin’ what’ll happen That would be entrapment Please, the audacity and casualty of crassness I am absent minded for I am past it Fry a fish much bigger for the inquisitive Jurassic Picture Moby Dick, hold a flick, don’t miss it May sank your ship, Ahab iddish You need Arab benjamins when payin’ close attention to the mentionings I too have brought an instrument for I’ve always known that they were listenin’ [Hook: Phonte] x2