F/ Phonte

"Hi, hahahahaha, the first thing I have to tell you is this

This city was made from the original music
It is not a counterfeit, this is the real one
This one is true, this one is real"


[Phil the Agony]
Yeah, William Cosby sweaters

There's only one thing better than cheddar
If life is a puzzle, I put it together
I'm like DMC, my +Run+ +Tougher Than Leather+

I come from an era of golf hats
Ball caps, pimp hats with feathers
Plaid slacks with the button-up jackets to match

I blast at any knucklehead $#&@ing with rap
I got to chuckle at that, rap black belt
Mother$#&@er but the buckle is back

Pro-rap, what you wanna do? Nothing with that
You suck like a hoe on figaro and you wack
^!$$%s know it and they talk to your back

Behind closed doors and get a good laugh
Like that factory that ^!$$%s in rap
Your name ain't Seinfield if you black

My clientele sell more than the crack
that Reagan let it
$#&@ your Meagan Good friend at the Holiday Inn

She look like her twin

[Chorus: Phonte]

One thing's for certain, two things for sure
No where to work and, no way to grow
A crazy place, we all praying for the best of times

Ohh yeah, yea-yeah-eaah

[Krondon]

My mind is like a peace book
I can't get no peace wherever I look
My own worst enemy, even the evil get shook

for the violence, the fans turn finicky
Silly of me to think that I
could untie that ribbon in the sky

Senior citizens in line
The end sure isn't as pure to require that same sugar high
Rely on religion if your heart's missing

It won't work, certain it's all written
Emerge, make 'em all listen
Some rehearse them devilish words and put the hurt in 'em

I mean put the hurting on 'em, with or without warning
Been a whole year, shed a tear for him
A year since I heard from him

I don't care, I know where I'm going

[Chorus]


[Phonte]
Yo, everybody got the blues and it's evident

Got workers losing they jobs and they residence
And overseas ^!$$%s filing out
Straight wilding out, tossing they shoes at the president

It make me think about the loot that I shell out
If times get tight will the show still sell out?
Po' folk need help, they call it welfare

When rich folk need it, then y'all call it a bail out
It make me wanna yell out, but I just chill
Because the love for my fam is priceless

Long as I got them we'll be able to fight this
Cause ^!$$% I'm black, I was born in a financial crisis, %#@!!
So no eulogies, and no two-to-threes

I'll survive cause being broke ain't new to me
New opportunities and ways to grind
Respect your mind and celebrate the best of times

Now let's ride

[Chorus]


[Phonte] - {repeat to end}
Good times, good times