Too Late

Lyrics

[Intro] Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late [Verse 1] 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 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 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 Breakbeat choppin', turntable protagonists Waitin', to crush wack MCs when I see one With junior college skills, tryin' to hit a D1 Niggas kill me with superfluous schemes But y'all ain't fuckin' with the merchant of dreams [Hook] It's like this and we doin' it (Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late) And we doin' it 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 about to watch this paper stack You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that Too late, too late for that Yo, yo yo (Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late) Yo, yo, yo, yo 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 wit it, yo We about to watch this paper stack You wanna freestyle? It's too late for that [Verse 2] Ayo, let me stop to say this Phonte drop the greatest rhymes to ever sit atop the playlist Got barbers tellin' me that I cannot be faded But y'all niggas fakin' jax like 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 master's 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 [Hook + Outro] 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 about 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-minus for your poor performance (Dum-dum-dum-dum dum-dum, it's too late)