Phonte - Real Late lyrics

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Phonte - Real Late lyrics

[Intro] [Phonte talking]: Let's go Rosenberg, what's going on baby? Aye listen I don't think they ready for what's about to happen man. It's Phonte from Little Brother I don't think Hot 97 was ready man They got you in the building, they done let my man Frank in the building Slowly and surely the moles are getting in [Verse]: Listen They saying things about to change now They saying hip hop got a lane now We finally got the green light from the air forces that be so n***a aim high I'm the same guy that brings the danger When I'm in NC, and now I got Khrysis on this banger Phontigga spitting with a true purpose, no two verses are alike Like froze rain drops Ice Another beautiful snowflake Born in the south, raised on grits and cold cakes Get off on tracks and then give them the "O" face Make y'all believe in this sh** Have y'all cheesing this sh**, showing me all your Colgate Stepping In The Name like Kels at the probate Most of you rappers are not interesting Y'all just bench pressing, I carry the whole weight Oh! [Phonte singing]: It's a Sunday night and I can't sleep (Gotta, gotta go to work in the morning, but I'mma stay up late) Ooooh, gonna turn on my radio To Rosenberg, check out the show (Stay up real late) [Outro] [Phonte talking]: Yeah, yeah. Real Late With Peter Rosenberg on Hot 97. It's your man Phonte from Little Brother. Yo Peter, congratulations on your show homie. Come to the crib and me and wife are going to hook up some hollar bread for you. We're going to keep it real Kosher. We got all the kosher meats, you know what I'm saying. My man Peter puts the friend in friendly, he puts the Jew in j**elry. Yeah. Ayo Peter man listen, I'm gonna tell you the truth dawg, you can't mess this up man. You can't mess this up yo, you speaking for all of us with us with this. There's a lot of underground cats, yo, weeee, wouldn't have a lane man, so, you better stay in line on this one. The master say "jump n***a", you say "how high?" You better, damn, do what you supposed to do. Now what I'm saying? Let it go [Phonte singing]: It's a Sunday night and I can't sleep (Gotta, gotta go to work in the morning, but I'mma stay up late) Ooooh, gonna turn on my radio To Rosenberg, check out the show (Stay up real late)