The Honorable

[Phonte] 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 Nissan 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 [Scratches/Samples by 9th Wonder] [Rapper Big Pooh] 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 [Scratches/Samples by 9th Wonder] [Chaundon] I ain't Full Force but I can smell your feminine flagrance So foul, rappers started callin me flagrant Bein top 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 showed up first with an asterisk on Wendy Williams' gay list You're so wack I can't stand it Your rap book is holdin onto more junk than Fred G. Sanford 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 year I'm about to climb the charts like "Pardon me dogs" I keep motherfuckers jumpin like lottery balls motherfucker...