Let It Go

Lyrics

[Intro: Yasiin Bey] Absolutely, just make it go... [Verse 1: Yasiin Bey] The now dangerous, M. Def the flavor-ish Big hip, lick your lips, you can savor it So refreshing, no regression, host a session It's pro-Black, pro-progressive, so affective The 9th Wonderous Lil' Bro collective Black Dante, Mr. Phonte–cold perfection Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze Keep your steps on go, 'fore I check these hoes You fuck around and get it how it get, mayne K smack attack harder than your pimp hand My speaker box equinox like Coltrane Killa K flow, mayne, needed in the dope game Hairy gorilla combat, no Rogaine And I make that ass drop like I'm Soul Train I got soul, mayne, a heart and brains to match I'm with the Little Bro–what's fucking with that? I put my town on the map like a star... Wit'out the car And I ride clean, and my thing bling And you know exactly how I mean 9th Wonderful, so beautiful So unusual, it's so plain On your brain, in your body, in your soul All my hopes will… reach the goal [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh] You'on't know about me, you'on't know my life You'on't know everything I go through to write You'on't know my plight, you'on't know my fight And still muh'fuckers wan' steal my light That's right, I'm right back with a gripe that's sick I done went another level, raise prices quick You know, Big Dho told me, "Always rap wit a chip" I'ma do you one better, son, I scribe wit a dip That's borderline great that's best in all states Fifty-plus some, dumb niggas, "Huh?" If you "huh", you can hear me, I speak clearly So my two sisters hear me and Ronnie cheer me, sincerely I carry heavy burdens on my back Done, seen a lot of pain and my heart stay trapped Brothers on the grind, tryna get that scratch 'Fore them pages get turned and your plans get scrapped! We back to the hustle where they fighting over scraps And your face get played 'cause you tryna watch your back My man, seen many niggas go like that This here, real life, no rewinding it back! [Hook: Phonte] Uh, uh, let it go Better let it go Just let it go Ah, ah, let it go They better let it go They better let it go Let me talk to 'em, check it out.. [Verse 3: Phonte] Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect 'Cause it ain't nothing that breeds seeds like success And though you might expect niggas to lose their cause Or drop the ball, that nigga Tay ain't like the rest I'm built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid Phonte's the medicine, a fine black specimen Of Afro-engineering without no interference To get it short, I'm more than just your average rap nigga Or whatever you wanna call it Call it music, I call it my life performance Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters Whether they paying or they sneaking through These are the people that now I'm speaking to I speak to you, and this is the year that I'm gon' Schiavo my rivals, nigga pull out the feedin tube 'Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears [Shakespeare's] And make a killin', my Wordsworth worth a million Phonte and LB, the last temptation Give a fuck if our shit is played on every station So y'all rap niggas can't follow me up You can't bottle me up, shit, I'm the well of inspiration, nigga! [Hook: Phonte] Let it go Ah, ah, let it go Better let it go Ah, just let it go Pull it back, let it go, ah And let it flow like...