[Verse 1: PHONZZ]
Yeah, if you want it, you got to take it, there's no holdin' back
Trust me, I'm never playin', I ain't holdin' back
I style [?] and spittin' my soul on tracks
I guess that is wanna-be's, and no, I'm not givin' it back
That would be foolish, matter of fact useless
Holla back, deuces, man
They said I couldn't do shit, now they lookin' stupid
The most complexness to ever hit the loot
Now, what they gonna do when [?]
I think they mad, wishin' they had
'Cause this is way past what the lyrics surpass
Once again, I took the bar too high
Well, no, way too low
Line for line, there he go again
And he jimmy two times, feelin' like goof while I'm not even in my prime
Lookin' for the limes
Sprite not feelin' right, I think you got it twisted
We need to revisit, well hold up
Wait a minute, I'm never to the point
I got my pencil runnin' out on the beat
Can't you see it's diarrhea of the mouth?
Anyways, in these days I realize what it's about
Gettin' paid and having a maid
Got to make your move, not too late, not too soon
'Cause isn't forever, life isn't forever, hey
[Chorus: PHONZZ & BlakkJakk]
This is how we chill from '93 until
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[Verse 2: BlakkJakk]
Killin' shit with diligence, passionate in passages
Porcelain rap, I pack it in every chapter, rip
Picasso in this vomit spit
Addicted to the arts, an Andy Warhol-ic
That real rhyme and it been underground
The Ripper been a heavyweight, but now they givin' him pounds
Outstandin' how The Rhymer do it, flow so potent
Influence like a potion, a fluid leave them drownin'
The uncrowned king, Brooklyn's own and
With these poems, they follow my rhymer's flows
And X and Y chromosomes, homes
Duck down or get beheaded, then
Don't feed The Rhymer after dark like the gremlin
Testin' 'em, I don't think you want to be testin' me
And be the next MC to be chopped, another recipe
A lyrical vasectomy or the Smith & Wesson will
Leave a rhymer desolate
You rockin' with rap excellence
PHONZZ and The Rhymer, conquer mines in stealth
Never trapped in fame or blind with wealth
Never rap for fame or rhyme for wealth
Nine-tre, homie, get lost and find yourself, listen
[Interlude: BlakkJakk]
Ayy, yo
Shoutout to all the Brooklyn rhymers and rappers
Dyme-A-Duzin, Elbee Thrie, [?], uh, [?] STEEZ, Flight Boys, [?], Clean Team
Close Encounters is with you, y'all
Peace, love, and music
Ayy, yo, PHONZZO
Take it away
[Chorus: BlakkJakk & PHONZZ]
This is how we chill from '93 until
Yeah, this is how we chill from '93 until
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
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[Outro: PHONZZ & BlakkJakk]
Yeah, so um, first and foremost
I would like to give a big thanks
To The Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind for gettin' me on this track and all that
I really appreciate it
Alright, alright
Um, I'd like to give a big shoutout to St. Louis, you know what I'm sayin'
Uh-huh
The forest, the tech supreme, um, [?] Tef Poe, Rockwell Knuckles, I look up to y'all, much respect
And that's pretty much it for me, so
Anything else?
Nah, man. We gon' let this ride out. Feel the good vibes and energy
Close Encounters, PHONZZO
Brooklyn signal connection
'93 'til
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