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Too Late Songtext
von Phonte

Too Late Songtext

Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it′s too late
Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late

A lot of artificial niggas gettin′ mad at it
Phonte and 9th got the raw uncut, with no preservatives or additives
So many words to describe how we manage it
Beautiful, glorious, fuck it, you pick an adjective (adjective)
Some of you beat makin' niggas sound funny to me
When y'all be in the club comin′ to me
Playin′ them garbage ass tracks, but it's nothin′ to me
'Cause me and 9th come together so wonderfully (wonderfully)

What a relief, I′m sick of these youngins with beef
We comin' with the live shit, really somethin′ to see
Two hip-hop enthusiasts, crate diggin' analysts
Break beat choppin', turn table protagonists
Waitin′, to crush wack MCs when I see one
With junior college skills, tryin′ to hit a D1 (D1)
Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes
But y'all ain′t fuckin' with the merchant of dreams


It′s like this and we doin' it
And we doin′ it (dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)
And we doin' it, uh, and we doin′ it, yo
We got the crown, y′all can't take it back
You wanna battle? It′s too late for that
Too late, too late, too late
Too late, too late (dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)
Too late, too late, yo-yo, yo
We ′bout to watch this paper stack
You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that

Too late, too late for that
Yo-yo-yo, yo-yo-yo (dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it′s too late)
We got the crown, y'all can't take it back
You wanna battle? Hell naw, it′s too late for that
Just chill, nigga, yo (dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it′s too late)
Settle down with it, yo
We 'bout to watch this paper stack
You wanna freestyle? It′s too late for that

Ayo, let me stop to say this
Phonte drop the greatest rhymes to ever sit atop the playlist
Got barbers tellin' me that I can not be faded
But y′all niggas fakin' jacks like Rob Pilatus (Rob Pilatus)
Just stop, you′re not the greatest
Got a B-team style, can't fuck with a nigga from the A List
Quick to tell niggas on the mic to back off of it
And earned an ill rep because of it


You need a hit? Let me order it
I got a masters in freestyle, and a hook-singing baccalaureate
'Cause I never back down
Y′all niggas shit be so wack, I hear your engineers laughing in the background
Bawling like, "Why the fuck them niggas say that?
Fuck this session, where′s 9th and Phonte at?"
Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes
But y'all ain′t fucking with the merchant of dreams

It's like this and we gettin′ it
(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)
We got the crown, y′all can't take it back
You wanna battle? It's too late for that
Too late, too late, too late (dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it′s too late)
Just chill, go into the crib, sit down, yo, fuck it
We ′bout to watch this paper stack
You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that

Too late, too late, too late, it′s too (dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)
It′s too late, too late, too late
Go to the cribby-crib, just chill, settle down
'Cause you get an F- for your poor performance
(Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it′s too late)

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