"Another cla**ic joint" Baby [Phonte talking]: Median let me take it from here my n***a. New Tiggalo, new Tiggalo, new Tiggalo [Phonte]: Ayo They say, Murder She Wrote This Going off like Hiro-shima, spit fer-ocious And it's only a gamble if you don't know what you betting on Phonte always deliver/de-liver like Cirrhoisis What I fear most is, these Carl Thomas n***as getting e-motional With the mere notion of some divide and conquer sh** It leaves a mere potion, keep an ear to the street and what I hear most is "Authenticity dawg, you put a hurting on it Connected, Leave It All Behind, you put a hurting on it But what's the deal with you an 9th on a solo?" I say "We was homeboys before rap, n***a we working on it." But right now we got's to bring my mans back My J League brethren, true pion-eer Got a master plan that I just can't di-vulge But listening to your records, I reckon it won't be hard Kev Brown got the sh** banging like a T.R 808, say my grace than be off Cause y'all go dumb, I go full retard Run that, this is the come back, beeotch!