Bless the Child

[Hook - Phonte]

Uh, I keep it simple and plain and make it fly to ya

I never hold my tongue, I never lie to ya

I share joy and pain and even cry with ya

Passenger seat, whenever it's time to ride with ya

Momma you're dealin with professionals

Relax, fall back, just settle down

He's a legend, you're fuckin with the best around

No stress, aw yes, God bless the child

[Verse 1 - Rapper Big Pooh]

Cause I'm the last one spittin, yes it is written

Everything I've done in the past, it was bitten

Niggas just kiddin, would so they lyin

Bur first or he tellin, late fiction I ain't buyin

Yes I am eyein, piece of the pie and

Better get it soon cause these labels keep dyin

You rappers tryin, already I am

Jake One to give 'em up, I'm a keep firin, 'til I hear sirens

Blue lights flashin, LB mash on these niggas

I'm gettin kind of brash on these niggas

I don't kiss ass, pussy niggas walkin by me with a speed pass

Ain't no heart in 'em, there's just a little bit of art in 'em

I'm no killer, I'd spare with 'em

I'm a man, I don't think you niggas understand

You never could keep up with the plans

You don't hear me though

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Phonte]

Uh, listen, listen

Aiyyo, I never won an Oscar, I just act like I want it

Die for my family and live for the moment

And that's the main difference between me and my opponent

They just say 'fuck the world,' I bone it like I own it

I wake up in the mornin, hittin the ground runnin

Tryin to pound somethin, still swingin a battle ax

They say 'life's a bitch,' but if life's a bitch

I'm throwin this D on her like she was my Cadillac

Killin her softly with long strokes

That's what the grown folks do when they get down in the trenches

She don't want to give, so I take

And to her it's like rape, but to me it's just a conflict of entrance

Last play of the game, no time on the clock

And the margin of error, is just a matter of inches

Fuck it we goin for it, nigga balls to the wall

'Tigilo one of the illest that you'll ever witness

Yes sir

[Hook]

[Phonte]

No stress, aw yes, God bless the child - 2X

Uh

[Outro - Phonte] - (*scratching*)

(Who's world is this?) Yeah, let's ride to it ("it's yours")

(Who's world is this?) Let's put the windows down, let's ride to it ("it's yours")

(Who's world is this?) Let's turn the system up, let's ride to it ("it's yours")

Put your elbow out the window, ("it's yours"), let's go

(Who's world is this?) ("it's yours") - 3X

("It's yours") - scratched

(Who's world is this?) ("it's yours") - 3X

("It's") - scratched

(Who's world is this?) ("it's yours") - 3X