[Intro: DJ Bro Rabb and Phonte]
Aite, man. Let's get this show on the road, man. I done said enough. I got ta go to the bar and get me another beer and sh**, fa real. Coming up to the stage first, to set this whole sh** off...
All systems go
Thank y'all so much, thank y'all for listenin'
It's Phontiga
And I do this all for hip-hop
I'm lyin' like sh**, I do this sh** for my goddamn mortgage n***a
And my bills, who the f** am I foolin'
New Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Stand clear
You are not a man if you cannot stand here
Phontigallo make the song cry grown man tears
With the Bull City flow off the corner of Alston and Angier
Sex symbol rap, you n***as is Pam Grier
We throw bows like Bill Laimbeer
Plant fear the first time around, no do-overs
Where the f** is my gla** of sangria
Get a sip, then get another sip
Then go back to the mothership and tell them I'm on that
Separate excrement, yeah that other sh**
Run and tell mother it's clearly not your time yet
Cause you to me is Dr. Seuss to a Steinbeck
A pro with the prose, what a concept
Haha, and I cut this sh** in half cause I ain't feel like waitin'
[Verse 2: Phonte]
They say everybody got a story, so here's mine
It ain't heartbreakin', because I've taken
The sour Grapes of Wrath and made Cheerwine
That NC sh**, n***a I feel fine
You know that I'm real, ten years still here
No worse for the wear, n***a I'm ill
And I'm still top notch
You n***as is better off playin' hopscotch in a minefield
Better off warring in the jungle with no camouflaging
Suicide mission, straight sabotagin'
Flow so addicting it's like habit formin'
Flow hair-raising it's like rabbit farmin'
Peter Cottontail hopping over beats or rocking
Acappells since the days of Akinyele n***a
I'm back in the kitchen with a silk apron
Let that boy sauté
[Verse 3: Phonte]
I said let me know the troubles on your mind youngblood
And Lord willing me and you will solve them
He said Tay I worry about you in the rap game
I said motherf**er go and get a real problem
Please beg pardon but I'm not starvin'
This rap sh** is not the life I live
It's a tool that I use, that's it
No great fortune to show for it but fortunate
That no one can say his life ain't his
Some might even say underachiever cause they are not believers
That I don't want the world, but I done seen the world
And if you ever saw it, hell, you wouldn't want it either
I don't need a kingdom, just want a home
You can take a seat or you can take the throne
As long as it is known ain't a damn thing changed
Still the underground king, n***a dance in the reign
Holla
[Outro: Sy Smith]
I feel so glad that I made it, I couldn't ask for more
This world is yours for the taking, what are you waiting for