Keep On Up Hygh (Ft. Little Brother)

[Intro] [Phonte speaking]
One time, for your mind. Let's get it going
Phonte, Big Pooh, Little Brother, that's how we gonna do, one time, check it
Pure purpose put it down tonight and ah, Rick Skits gonna put it down tonight
From NC to Stockholm. Back on the couch is my nigga Big Dho
Drop the beat cause he be po'

[Verse One] [Phonte]
I keep tellin' my label
It ain't a sprint, it's a marathon homie
You ain't gotta verify to tell if I'm phony
The state of rap is garbage
Phonte's flow is so retarded
Jerry Lewis throws telethons for me
I'm only eight bars from my conclusion and
I'mma slow it down so I don't lose you niggas
Cause with or without a record deal
My wreckin' skills will turn your Pleasantville to Fallujah nigga
Up Hygh
Hit me with a beat from that funk box
This kid is bonkers
His flow is on lunch box
Cause y'all niggas must have forgot
Little Brother, motherfucker, keep it bubblin' hot
Now turn me up