Little Brother - Feelin' Alright lyrics

(We gon' do it, we gon' do it)

Uh, uh, uh in case you're now just tunin in
This is north Carolina's finest
Little Brother, run for cover
And y'all know the blackness mighta
Got a hold of us
And we missed that plane to the Netherlands
We goin worldwide right now to Japan
All my peoples in Osaka
Tokyo, and Fu-koko, and ALL of dat
Yaknahmsayin?
Party with the fly cuties, all the honeys
All the b-boys and b-girls wanna
Hear that REAL Hip-Hop, y'all
We 'bout to take it to you
Bring it to you live like this right here
I go by the name, of uh
Motivational Speaker Wolfgang Flowers a
K a Tiggalonious a
K a Phonte from Little Brother
My man, Big Pooh, let 'em
Know a lil' somethin, c'mon!

The last man standin Pooh outlast
Any banned American or tally
Meet me in the alley
You wanna go blow for blow
I stand, toe to toe wit any average Joe
Above average, yo, please, feel me flow
I set the mic ablaze then watch
It burn to the flo'
So skill, when I handle the bill
Dismantle at will
Do my thang then it's time to chill
Take time to build
With the fam on the downtime
I drown rhyme with the fifth of the If
If you miss, I'll extinguish, I mean this
A mean bitch, like a chick on her cycle
I fight dudes and spite rules, real dirty
I hope the world heard me
Now watch somebody test 'em (watch)
I'm so pessimistic, I try to tell ya
Beforehand, but the people wouldn't listen

Everybody in the house, if you feelin alright
Put a hand in the air, let's get it tonight
Let's get it tonight, if you feelin alright
Put a hand in the air, we makin moves y'all
And all the ladies in the house
If you feelin alright
Gotcha outfit on, and ya jeans is tight
Let's get it tonight, if you feelin alright
LB and we about to show and prove, y'all

(Check me) Thought you was
Gon' take what's mine
Oh, no! - I got ta have it
LB's on the top of the liiiine
OH NO! - I GOT TA HAVE IT! - Nigga!

When I step on stage
That's when the joy ends hoes be whisperin
Mad cause I dissed they boyfriends
Lookin at me askin Tay, "Why you so mean?"
It's cause I'm the most
Slept-on since codeine, and niggas want beef
Or can't take the protein, irons
And minerals crush you Minute Maid rappers
In 30-second intervals (uh)
Album couldn't see one of my interludes
Have you spittin and stutterin like
Tavis Smiley in his interviews
(ah-burbeeburbeebeeboo)
You wack emcees be warned
Sick of niggas wantin
To freestyle all night, but can't perform
My nigga, showmanship is what counts (uh)
You gets no dough
Your mic check just bounced (BOING)
And came back with a "funds
Denied" stamp with it
Rap today is like a Minstrel menstrual Show
Even I'm catchin stomach cramps in it (uhh)
It wouldn't matter if you put
Your whole camp in it
It's just a +Flavor+ for y'all
Cold Lamp+ wit it, wha?

On the track, never takin it back -
(and we about to show and prove, y'all)
Like this and like that
Tune in live to the sounds of the L and
The B and the J and the L
(It's LB and we about to show and prove
Y'all)
That's Little Brother and the Justus League
If you didn't know it

We got to have it! C'mon baby
WHOO! C'mon baby, baby c'mon
(Y'all cain't have shit) lB cracks up