The Animal Murs & 9th Wonder (Ft. Phonte)

[Verse 1: Phonte]
I heard your style and I peeped you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'Cuz 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick up ya people nigga
Don't call Farrakhan to squash it
Better yet call the sheriff
And the coroner's office
Tell 'em there's a dead body
In the corner of Lawson
In Austin, I would proceed with caution
These motherfucka's really think the 'Te done lost it
He sold a couple records now they thinkin' he flossin'
But I ain't stopped battling, I just stopped rattling
Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all were making me nauseous
Understand fucka I'm gon' win regardless
I still got the hunger pangs from my apartment
When me and 9th were both splittin' cans of StarKist
Arguing about who LP was the hardest
And a hand full of CD's ready to burn
Some real hip hop for your listening nerves
A year later hooked up with a nigga named Murs
Now everybody play our records for they women and churn
J. League got the East coast getting the loot
Living Legends on the West coast, ready to shoot
Get a cell phone and call up the troops
Phonte, tailor-made for the game, y'all just following suit