Phonte - TKO lyrics

[L.E.G.A.C.Y.] I'm back to the grit, kind of like breakfast Back on some sh**, you kind of like smelt it Sand in your city and this is all real Asking b**hes "Did you miss me?" like I'm Varnell Hill Sha-boing boing, cla**ic as that two-sided coin join The best writer since the Donald Goines joints I'm throwing lunch back, L.E.G.'s waiting on dinner I got my buzz back like Kevin Bacon on "Tremors" Better hold something cause I'm shaking things up Throw something? Nah I'm breaking things up I'm flipping over tables in meetings with the labels Wrote a letter to the industry, it says "I will save you" Sincerely yours, the Carolina savior Settle the score, I don't care for these majors Run deep in still waters, H-O-J Suicide's flawless, that's the only way [Phonte] Yeah, let me at 'em Aha ... time to head buss 'em If they really wanted war, they would've said something Labels, I don't trust 'em Cause if they can't market a Pooh, sell a 'Te or break a +L.E.G.+, f** 'em Was on my F.E. sh** for the past year Travelling all around the world singing to Mademoiselles But I knew that if y'all saw "featuring Phonte" on this record And I only did a hook, then y'all would be mad as hell So I had to take it back to the old 'Te I mean the Bull City, Cornwallis rolled 'Te The ten dollars in his pocket, still bold 'Te The why-the-f**-can't-he-ever-do-what-he-told 'Te Because if you can't fear me then you are clearly One of the dumbest n***as since O.J This is my TKO, I mean my Typical Kirk Out "'Te got the best workout" what them hoes say [Chaundon] Come on man, who f**ing with Chaundon? Lit up the entire situation like the complexion of Krondon Ain't a Craftmatic that I won't lay ya moms on Bust two nuts and then I'm gone Swear these rap n***as is Norm Bates dressing like women Back then they be gay, but today they make a k**ing? f*ggots keep they feet towards the ceiling That Louis Vuitton rap is all wack, who said it was appealing? Ten bars in, another Technical Knock Out Wack rappers always use the term "hating" as a cop-out Step to your punk-a** army But y'all don't want a war, y'all throwing towels in as if you doing laundry Bad for your health, got news for you n***as Need a noose for you n***as, go and hang yourself If you mad then you considered a b**h There's more wack n***as in the game than Jews printed on the Schindler's List [Sean Price] One part Henny, one part Hypno A +Slice+ of +Kimbo+ and a pinch of Apocalypto Animal bars, n***as is Granola raps Richard nut-hugging jeans, dude got rough, rugged bean brr!! f** the colorful tight sh** Michelle ended cello, hello, lovable dyke sh** I might hit n***as with all my mic lift n***as on the phone, telling +dog+ you +Mike Vick+ Brr! I smoke a doobie with the rascals Hardcore boom, no room for Lupe Fiascos Don't rhyme for robots, rap for mo' gwap My stock rising, so I ride with the fo' co*ked No stash box, I keep it in my lap And I ain't stopping for cops, believe a n***a' raps Leave it at that, Sean Price, Kareem Said Put hands on a n***a when he stain my weed Brr! Motherf**er ... haha