(feat. Joe Scudda)



[Verse 1: Phonte]

Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum

Swingin' to the beat, competition don't mention 'em

A full course emcee, y'all just continental

Posted at the bar, but you only copped the minimum

While lookin' at me like what the fuck's gotten into him

They can't get a handle on the solid foundation me and mines is standin' on

Bringin' it live with no disguise or camoflauge

Dropped "The Yo-Yo" and stopped niggaz from puttin' sandles on

We handle ours from bookin' the rhyme management, killin' the wack and now

You a prime candidate for the weak shit that make the crowd stand inanimate

But at our shows they stand adamant

'Te got the corner blitz on got your quarterback scramblin'

Checkin' the sidelines to see just what the fuck is happenin'

You wanna get my playbook and examine it

Connected - $12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga!



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Check it out

Everybody wanna walk like talk like

Fuck around get etched out in chalk like

Down south, homeboy, we do it all night

Tell me what you really know about this raw life

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[Verse 2: Joe Scudda]

Yo, cats I'm done with you

From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you

Get it in with you, forget you

Put your little album out

Who really cares what your shit do (Not me)

Fall off in a year who gonna miss you (Not me)

While everything 'Te and Scudda do is official

And when you gonna learn, play with fire get burned

Settle down, kiddo, wait your fuckin' turn

Go back to the lab, get your rhymes right

And don't be mad because we juxed your limelight

Got your own team sayin' our shit bang

Over here, over there, that's The Foreign Exchange

Ain't nothin' you can pull, try, do, or fuckin' say

With cats rippin' over-seas tracks by Nicolay

This shit gon' blow, I'll tell you how the shit'll go

With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo



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[Verse 3: Phonte]

I feel a sense of urgency when I write now

I'm rap Scottie Appleton, you new jack niggaz should pipe down

Meshed rhymes and beats deliver my life sounds

That got these A&R's tryin' to figure the price out

Anything less than six, niggaz, it's lights out

Don't try to make me feel like I need you

I saw you later signin' ????

The whole shit was see through

He couldn't draw a crowd with a paintbrush and a easle

Stay tuned for the sequel

And if we meet in public, won't be none of that PC shit like nice to meet you

I spit with no prejudice

Thought kissin' ass was in my bloodtype, Oh (O) negative

You can bet, it's a style that's embedded in the streets

It's a prime factor, puttin' the smash on y'all like middle linebackers

Nigga, save your back talk for the chiropractor

You fuckers know just what I'm after



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