Too Late

[Intro]

Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late

Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late

[Verse 1]

A lot of artificial niggas gettin' mad at it

Phonte and 9th got the raw uncut, with no preservatives or additives

So many words to describe how we manage it

"Beautiful," "glorious"... fuck it, you pick an adjective

Some of you beat-makin' niggas sound funny to me

When y'all be in the club comin' to me

Playin' them garbage ass tracks, but it's nothin' to me

'Cause me and 9th come together so wonderfully

What a relief, I'm sick of these youngins with beef

We comin' with the live shit, really somethin' to see

Two Hip-Hop enthusiasts, crate diggin' analysts

Breakbeat choppin', turntable protagonists

Waitin', to crush wack MCs when I see one

With junior college skills, tryin' to hit a D1

Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes

But y'all ain't fuckin' with the merchant of dreams

[Hook]

It's like this and we doin' it

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

And we doin' it

And we doin' it, uh

And we doin' it, yo

We got the crown, y'all can't take it back

You wanna battle? It's too late for that

Too late, too late, too late

Too late, too late

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

Too late, too late, yo, yo, yo

We about to watch this paper stack

You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that

Too late, too late for that

Yo, yo yo

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

Yo, yo, yo, yo

We got the crown, y'all can't take it back

You wanna battle? Hell naw, it's too late for that

Just chill, nigga... yo

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

Settle down wit it, yo

We about to watch this paper stack

You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that

[Verse 2]

Ayo, let me stop to say this

Phonte drop the greatest rhymes to ever sit atop the playlist

Got barbers tellin' me that I cannot be faded

But y'all niggas fakin' jax like Rob Pilatus

Just stop, you're not the greatest

Got a B-team style, can't fuck with a nigga from the A-list

Quick to tell niggas on the mic to back off of it

And earned an ill rep because of it

You need a hit? Let me order it

I got a master's in 'Freestyle' and a 'Hook Singing' baccalaureate

'Cause I never back down

Y'all niggas shit be so wack, I hear your engineers laughing in the background

Bawling like, "Why the fuck them niggas say that?

Fuck this session, where's 9th and Phonte at?"

Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes

But y'all ain't fucking with the merchant of dreams

[Hook + Outro]

It's like this and we gettin' it

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

We got the crown, y'all can't take it back

You wanna battle? It's too late for that

Too late, too late, too late

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

Just chill, go into the crib, sit down, yo, fuck it...

We about to watch this paper stack

You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that

Too late, too late, too late, it's too...

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)

It's too late, too late, too late, go to the cribby-crib

Just chill, settle down

'Cause you get an F-minus for your poor performance

(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)