Starvation

[Intro: Chaundon] Yeah, it's Chaundon, and Little Brother Khrysis on the boards with the heat We bout to turn this muh'fuckin Chitlin Circuit out Yeah, yeah {Verse 1: Chaundon} The hottest product out, got my name on it Everybody rap nowaday, the difference is I get payed for it Fliers got my face on it... (you know my steez) Takin pictures with some bitches, telling paparazzi "cheese" My arrogance got me walkin with a mean swagger Hooks and punch lines will make your team stagger Between women and weed I only fuck with dimes And both habits don't affect my money or my mind I'm always on the grind, can't afford to fall behind (And you wack ass niggas) can't eclipse my shine (You can't handle the truth!) Chaundon stay winnin I'm a problem behind bars like Mysonne Linen You need a sixteen? I'm the man for the job Been nice since Mike got his first nose job You could never get the best of me If I was Alex Trebek, I would bet your whole career would be in Jeopardy! [Verse 2: Phonte] Uh, 'Te and Chaundilla... get on the mic and clash like titans Strike like lightnin, and what's quite frightenin Is the fact that there'll never be another quite like him Scratch rap, my category's insight writin Cause the sound of my voice could incite riots And my teetering style invites bitin - yes That nigga got flows, and he do got hoes Whether they hot does or inside HIAS Phonte's the man to do it - y'all spineless While my shit is timeless like Jam and Lewis Only because you need it, and dog best believe that You the livest nigga walkin only because I'm seated Heavyweight rhyme shit - y'all about to see it Have the crowd stretched out like a Sealy Posturepedic My nigga Khrysis beat knock and rock the speakers Till all competition is obsolete as Phonte nigga [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh] Uh, everybody wanna see some focus I say to everybody "Be chill, cause I know this" I wrote this for a show down south In the lab, where your ass? You can blow things out Word of mouth got me close ta Bein a recurrent theme on your kid's poster I'm boast a, record that the average rapper What you know? He can't even come close ta We roast up, any opposition Itchin and scratch us with them frail compositions I'm on a mission yo, and I dedi- Cated my flow to critics and assholes And also, new swagger, now Rapper Swings a dagger that's bigger than Conan's I'm too lesbian to hold hands Wish about better days when you endin, see I promise man Just bought the new Big Tymers man Don't be mad - I heard Mickie D's is now hir-an Till that day I'm retir-an I'mma be on a level that's more higher than - you!