Little Brother, Torae - 24 lyrics

Yo, this be unorthodox dunn awesome ock
Niggas ain't on they job dumb off the clock
I'm all on my watch y'all all have to watch
How I made niggas run into a halt and stop
Hot scorchin' mic devices
Nice since
Morgan Freeman got his driver's license
Niggas bars aight, but really that hype shit
Is Torae, Phonte, Big Pooh and Khrysis
Whoop whoop is the sound of the po po
But the sound of my vocals
Sound like a choke hold
All over these so called
Niggas that's so dope
Nigga you about as hot as a snow cone
(You so gone) your monic is monic go way
About your head like yamakas
I'm fire everyday like it's Chanukah
Thermometer monitor
Meteoric measurer barometer
Rhymin' niggas don't wanna follow, huh


The Donald Goines of flowin'
Cause when I pen it, I go when I'm heartless
Hart less like the brothers of Owen
I already got it done I'm
Just keepin' it goin'
This is grown folk talk
Youngin' speak when you spoken
Hopin' the hopeless note these
Bars that I wrote
If you devote your focus you could
Come as dope as this this track's atrocious
The verses too cause we got Khrysis on the
Board like he's surfin' dude

Yeah, it's Little Brother my nigga Khrysis
On the beat my nigga Tor
Let's show these niggas what
MCin' sounds like man

Ayo, get on the mic spit a couple of verses
Make niggas give it up like "What
The fuck is my purpose?
Cause he's such an elaborate wordsmith"
Phon-teezy
Spit greezy like a bucket of churches
Three piece
These streets wanna see what I'm workin' with
So you Ringling niggas can
Stop that Circus shit
Y'all got hip hop soundin' like kids-bop
So I'm gonna murk these tracks like Berkowitz
The Son Of Samuel, watch me surface with
A new rhyme that make y'all
Wack niggas call time out
Let's talk real shit if you can't feel this
You sniffin' that Lohan or
Smokin' that Winehouse i'm on the grind now
Just tryin' to find out
If y'all niggas really gonna waste your time
Takin' shots at Phonte
Wastin' all your rhymes
Wanna step to the kid
You done lost your mind
I'll do your school of thought like Columbine
Can't stay there in Virginia
Tech all combined
I'm a Reservoir Dog like Harvey Kei
Tell the truth when most
Niggas will hardly drop
When I roll through the 'Boro they say
"Phonte home"
When I spit that hard shit they say
"Phonte wrong"
Sang a hook, they be like, "Uww
That's Phonte's song"
24 bars, it's over nigga, Phonte gone
Like uh uh on

Hear ye hear ye, come one come all
Niggas pray and pray on my downfall
I can get knocked down, be back tomorrow
Pooh still looks fresh, no scrapes or scars
Get on my Suge Knight, puff on a cigar
Or my Tracy Chapman, this is my guitar
And my best so far
Continues to be light years and your sub par
Like if we both box
With me you couldn't spar
Be who you are, that's lame my nig
I'mma be who I am, won't change for shit
Greatest in my hands with a hell of a grip
Don't quit your day job
That's a hell of a tip
Kind of funny finding you on mine, don't trip
I write rhymes daily records come yearly
Got to make sure all my people gon' hear me
Told y'all sincerely, I won't quit
Triumph in my words, every line I spit
Jim Crow wack niggas, to the back you sit
It's Rapper Big Pooh, small minds don't fit
Tell 'em HOJ is the crew I'm with
Bull City down here, better come meet quick
Even on black ice, won't see me slip
Put the pressure on niggas
Make 'em all submit what what what