The Answer

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Oddisee] Yo... I'm one of the chosen few who could dispose of you And anybody else who think they flowin' too Here's your last chance, brothers best to show and prove Why y'all in the vocal booth, but your flow is mute? Ain't no excuse; lot of niggas thinkin' they cute Drippin' they S-Curl juice on their gators and suits Ain't it the truth? Lot of cats gay and it's proof Platinum rainbows and jewels on the necks of their crews I'm bad news like Obituary sections The rhymes I write describe the loss of a life the previous night At an open mic or any type of venue There ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', cause of what I've been through As I begin to attract the attention of fans Will I be able to withstand the supply and demand? Can I expand? Turn mics in my hands to grands? If you really ask me, dog, I think I can [Chorus 1: Sean Boog] Yo, we liven it up for the world to understand it We do it for the fans that's all across the planet Kenn Starr, Oddisee, Phonte's the answer No question – y'all take your chances Yo, we liven it up for the world to understand it We do it for the fans that's all across the planet Kenn Starr, Oddisee, Phonte's the answer No question – y'all take your chances [Verse 2: Phonte] You can hear a snare crackin' for miles and Tay's in full effect, he's laughin' and browsin' Over these wanna be cats yappin' their mouths, and Spittin' all these "Rerun" ass rhymes Like we on some What's Happening Now!! shit ("Hey!") Go get the MP3s, start extractin' the files Mulatto slave flow, Tay's back in the house Just tryin' to see what y'all rappin' about, so quit Practicin' now, ninth inning, he's battin' a thousand Put a mic in my hand and I'ma damage a crowd, man With technique and above-average style, man My raps speak to all you savages now, man The time is right here, so let's get it I'll be glad to proofread your rhymes, if you want to step with us Serve your whole team with a run-on, death sentence You can't adopt this style 'cause I ain't tryin' to give it–up And fuckin' with Tay ain't in your best interest [Chorus 2: Sean Boog] People in the U.S. – just rock with us Cats overseas – just rock with us People worldwide – come on rock with us Come on, rock with us – just rock with us [Verse 3: Kenn Starr] Kenn Starr is back off of hiatus Y'all been warned, so back off us; why haters Be actin' like they strapped and packin' Gats, when they not tough, they "Tough actin'" like Tinactin Give me applause, I spit classic Give me a broad with a thick accent Skinny and tall, or a big fat chick Plenty of y'all sic into your dog If she give me the drawers, I'm leavin' the chick back bent The fact is, if you choose to oppose End up with a fat lip and a bruise on your nose That's hot – give up now, my crew's in control If not – get shut down, like schools when it snows Get got for your shoes and your coat Bogart, I go hard like nipples on boobs when it's cold And show y'all how simple the mood and the flow Can determine whether you earnin' or losin' your dough Make moves on the low [Chorus 2: Sean Boog] People in the U.S. – just rock with us Cats overseas – just rock with us People worldwide – come on rock with us Come on, rock with us – just rock with us