No Time to Chill - 9th Wonder, Little Brother

Yeah, yeah

YEAH, WHA

RAPPER!

Uh, Phonte

Mr. Dream Merchant, yeah!

Uh, I know you see me

Yeah, I know you hear me

Sh’yo, I know you fear me

Listen, sh’yo…

My pen packin a venom, heart pumpin the sound

Ma, I’m pimpin the system, my catalogue is the hound

Got a problem we air 'em, intellegent and I scare 'em

Beat knockin they hear 'em, why in earth did they pair 'em?

Niggas spittin that fiction, addicted to my diction

Wanna know what I’m fixin, try peepin the kitchen

What the game’s been missin, not a thing if you ask

Been here for years, you decided to pass

Uh, I’m here wit Pooh in the lab, Khrysis on the boards

Still spittin all the real shit the ladies adore

When he come in the door, all eyes on moi

Frustrated cause they cain’t believe we came so far

Butt dick ridin niggas, it’s a big faux pas

Niggas axein Pooh like, «'ey, is that 'cho car?»

But I tell 'em to chill, let my niggas just breathe

Cause by that look on your face, you got your heart on your sleeves

(Phonte)

Yo, it’s time to live, and a time to die

It’s a time to laugh and it’s a time to cry

It’s a time to break, and it’s a time to build

But no time to waste, no time to chill

Yo, it’s time to live, and a time to die (Cause it’s the real…)

It’s a time to laugh and it’s a time to cry (Hip-hop, hip-hop…)

It’s a time to break, and it’s a time to build

But no time to waste, no time to chill

Fo' REAL (fo' REAL), fo' REAL (fo' REAL)

Fo' REAL (fo' REAL), fo' REAL (fo' REAL)

I decided to stand, it’s all a part of the plan

Broke free from the suits, no longer part of the scam

Cause you called it a FLIM, but you part of the flam

They like, «Pooh, you fo' real?»

Muh’fuckers I am

Cause I mean what I say, and I say what I mean

You either right or you wrong, it ain’t no «in between»

There’s no 'us' in machine, still gettin that cream

Still makin a record, still livin a dream

I’m still in your magazines, all your Vibes and Billboards

Still got the hater niggas sayin they still bored

Still got the real niggas sayin, «He still raw»

And still goin places that you niggas would kill for

This rap shit is natural to me, dawg it’s like breathin

It’s like candy to a baby, dawg it’s like teethin

It’s like all you niggas crazy, you are not even

On this level, homie stop dreamin!

Fo' REAL!

(Fo' REAL!), Fo' REAL!

(Fo' REAL!)

Fo' REAL!

(Fo' REAL!), Fo' REAL!

(Fo' REAL!)

(Cause it’s the real…) Let the windows down, niggas

Let them down…(Hip-hop, hip-hop…)

Let the windows down, I promise it’s gon' sound better…

Let it GO…