Little Brother - Cross That Line (Remix) lyrics

[Kardinal Offishall - Intro] Mick Boogie, waddup? Justus League, waddup? Kardinal! (oowww!) Konvict, Black Jays! UH! n***as ain't f** with us you see what I'm sayin? Cackalack, T-Dot wherever you at my n***as! Let's go! [Photne - Intro] It's Little Brother (uh-huh!) Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder (heheheh) This how we doin it (Yeah! Show 'em what's goin on, my nigs) Let's get it goin, check it out [Phonte] They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this Get real, LB and Big Treal form unholy alliances Solely for the purpose of rhyming, it's recommended You keep your eye on this Cause, I am this MC with a iron fist That, hammers out each style that I've invented Hammers out each flow that I've presented A solider for my squad like I enlisted HOJ still swinging the guillotine From here to the Philippines, it's just as I intended Muh'f**ers still say they ain't feelin me You n***as is k**in me, it's just as I envisioned And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionist I ain't even gotta drop no more bars for this Better dodge the draft, you don't want no war with this, c'mon! [Chorus 2X: Phonte] It go, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock I see you n***as tryna cross that line Don't stop the body, don't stop the body rock But I ain't finna let you steal my shine [Kardinal Offishall] Yo, I am now who's with an iron fist I am one of the last standing true ly-ricists Look in my irises, all of my words insist On being consistent, I hope that you fine with this Whether you signed to backpack and I'm k**in all of you Wack-winding, flowin-off-time and weak-minded (never mind) My mind sprays like AKs and Lebanon (BBBBBBBBRRRR!!!) Speech is mad colorful like ice creams and Benetton (f** up a n***a real QUICK!) and that's the sh** I'm on (Take out emcees!) once a day like a vit-amon CHEA!! A rap vitamin, my circle stays tighter than A virgin on birth control - I'm like a leviathan When paired up with a trite and they (?) MOTIF! I've been declared a world THREAT - when 9th Wonder's on the BEAT! (Yeah!) Phonte, Big Pooh, and the Justus League A lotta rappers soundin like they put crack in they weed (Black Jays!) [Chorus 2X: Phonte, Kardinal Offishall] It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock CHEA! I see you n***as tryna cross that line Don't stop the body, don't stop the body rock Yeah, and I'll be damned if you steal my shine, c'mon! [Rapper Big Pooh] (Big Pooh!) You in the presence of one of the greats Ask n***as from state to state, they say "Rapper" I'm in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter Gla**jaw n***as get shattered - I'm not flattered Fried-chicken n***as get battered Then laced with a garnish that's served on a platter, hot! Right here if you want it or not Got a mean 16 that came off the top Ain't have no dough, walked off the lot Came back next week and cop, I got some old sh** So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit I'm light years in front of my foes My Chi-Town n***as be like, "Pooh, you so cold" In H-Town, they be like "Poobie gettin th'owed" Wool parka trench great down to the flow We the Trillest muh'f**ers in the South, ye ain't know? [Chorus 2X: Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh] It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock I see you n***as tryna cross that line Don't stop the body, don't stop the body rock But I ain't bout to let you steal my shine