Sy Smith - Dance in the Reign lyrics

[Intro: DJ Bro Rabb and Phonte] Aite, man. Let's get this show on the road, man. I done said enough. I got ta go to the bar and get me another beer and sh**, fa real. Coming up to the stage first, to set this whole sh** off... All systems go Thank y'all so much, thank y'all for listenin' It's Phontiga And I do this all for hip-hop I'm lyin' like sh**, I do this sh** for my goddamn mortgage n***a And my bills, who the f** am I foolin' New Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo [Verse 1: Phonte] Stand clear You are not a man if you cannot stand here Phontigallo make the song cry grown man tears With the Bull City flow off the corner of Alston and Angier Sex symbol rap, you n***as is Pam Grier We throw bows like Bill Laimbeer Plant fear the first time around, no do-overs Where the f** is my gla** of sangria Get a sip, then get another sip Then go back to the mothership and tell them I'm on that Separate excrement, yeah that other sh** Run and tell mother it's clearly not your time yet Cause you to me is Dr. Seuss to a Steinbeck A pro with the prose, what a concept Haha, and I cut this sh** in half cause I ain't feel like waitin' [Verse 2: Phonte] They say everybody got a story, so here's mine It ain't heartbreakin', because I've taken The sour Grapes of Wrath and made Cheerwine That NC sh**, n***a I feel fine You know that I'm real, ten years still here No worse for the wear, n***a I'm ill And I'm still top notch You n***as is better off playin' hopscotch in a minefield Better off warring in the jungle with no camouflaging Suicide mission, straight sabotagin' Flow so addicting it's like habit formin' Flow hair-raising it's like rabbit farmin' Peter Cottontail hopping over beats or rocking Acappells since the days of Akinyele n***a I'm back in the kitchen with a silk apron Let that boy sauté [Verse 3: Phonte] I said let me know the troubles on your mind youngblood And Lord willing me and you will solve them He said Tay I worry about you in the rap game I said motherf**er go and get a real problem Please beg pardon but I'm not starvin' This rap sh** is not the life I live It's a tool that I use, that's it No great fortune to show for it but fortunate That no one can say his life ain't his Some might even say underachiever cause they are not believers That I don't want the world, but I done seen the world And if you ever saw it, hell, you wouldn't want it either I don't need a kingdom, just want a home You can take a seat or you can take the throne As long as it is known ain't a damn thing changed Still the underground king, n***a dance in the reign Holla [Outro: Sy Smith] I feel so glad that I made it, I couldn't ask for more This world is yours for the taking, what are you waiting for