Phonte - Let it Be Known lyrics
[Phonte] I don't think it I just do it Y'all still thinkin it's just music, but J. League is a just movement, so you should just adjust to it Cause our whole attitude is f** losin People on the outside, sayin he must do it Cause all n***as make is love songs and drug music I don't sip Dom P, but kick it with Von Pea And now I'm with Sean P, Boot Camp who the f** knew it? Brooknam's in the buildin, but me and Sean's Into buildin them joints that rock hard like Benatar More than just an MC, 'Te is like a motivational speaker And each and every verse is a seminar And each and every word is a miniature Representation of the divine revelation he send to y'all Up next to get it as soon as we distribute these Rhymes to the public sorry if I'm offendin y'all 'Te the crew rocker, overseas shoe shopper In Mangiano's, orderin two pastas Back in the days them hoes say he too proper Now he's the main attraction like Mufasa I ain't +lion+, but if you think that I ain't tryin To be the best you need to rewind this Big Pooh and Dru Ha standin behind this You have now, been in tune to the finest Phontigga! [Hook: Von] The man, the myth, the legend, the one that rock mics {Te: Phonte, J. League, what'chu know about it?} The camp, the click, the crew play this song, get nice {SP: Sean P, Boot Camp, what'chu know about it?} They better get it while it's gettin 'fore the gettin is gone {Te: Cause right here, right now, yeah they know about it} It's Sean P, Phonte, n***a let it be known Let it be known, let it be... [Sean Price] I don't dap it, I just clap it Y'all still thinkin it's just rappin, but Boot Camp is a tough unit, so you should just adjust to it Cause my whole attitude is Ruck do it People in my project sayin Ruck yo f** music I've been lovin rap since, Run was +Krush Groove'n+ I don't eat tofu, I don't drink soy milk Always into beef pah, don't get your boy kilt ... Lyrically I'm k**in 'em Call 'te tell him I got yay in Wilburton ... Call up some of my fam And these crackers buyin crack a hundred a gram I got a gun in my hand; don't make me take your life I do wrong just to make sh** right, RIGHT~?! I thank God for, Buck and Dru Without a deal, who knows what the f** I'd do? Probably, stand on the corner with a gun and a beeper Act wrong, clap strong, put your son in a sleeper 'Sup with the reefer? I gotta roll me a joint Bring the chorus and I'll prove my point, P! [Hook]