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Till all competition is obsolete as Phonte nigga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!