For You Little Brother

[Intro: Phonte]
Yea one two ya'll we about to set this like this on em
Little Brother, Justus League, Phonte, Big Pooh and it
Hey yo yo

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Once again what you're hearing now, is Phonte's power steering style
I'm killing niggas at will
Freestyle legend act, captured the ears of show veterans
When the stakes got raised like Braille lettering
Down to the exact scale measurements
Time to let these motherfuckers know exactly what it is I represent
Real rhymes, you prone to remember me
I roam like a cell phone in Italy in search of the real shit
Was looking for niggas that could wreck flaws and
Rhyme for they personal pleasure 'til four in the morning
With my back and my chest sore and never have to press
Pause 'til I stop the tape and hit em with a yes y'all
Phonte still considered the best deliverer of threat
Troubled nigga got more issues than Jet
If you a show then put your stage up, cornball niggas throw your maze up
Microsoft niggas say word and page up
To this new style that's about to open doors
Carolina sickness that I wrote with force
Then smack a nigga like he broke his jaws, on the real man
Y'all niggas out there is just a hopeless cause