Cloud 9 - Nobody Beats The Beats, Little Brother, Linn

Yeah, Little Brother.

All the way from North Carolina, straight to Copenhagen

Nobody Beats The Beats.

You better get it right.

Or don’t get it at all

Check it out

Me and a beat tape, pen and some paper

A fifth of anything brown, a whole lot of chaser

A little bit of free time, space and thought

Thank God of these blessings then ascension starts

Get yours is the motto for nigga’s who down sorrows in glass bottles

Use they last buck to play the lotto

Thinkin' green like avocado

Get knocked by?

I managed to move fans and at the same time move lives

So I guess I’m part of the movement

And hopefully being part of that can move units

Cause truthfully I don’t need a lot

I’m just tryin' to buy a spot to have peace of mind

Get my part of pie, kick back recline

Stay away from lemon heads and cats that we deem sublime

Tryin' to stop me from reachin' what I call

Up on my cloud

You can’t reach me

Know that I got mine

Way above you is where you find me

Up on my cloud 9

Where I

I was in a hotel up in Copenhagen

Layin' back

Hopin', waitin' I could get my shine on overseas and flow amazin'

For the B-Boys, and girls, DJ’s and local agents

Just standin' outside growin' impatient

Waitin' for them boys from Carolina, come and take the stage

Cause so many cats from the states ain’t make the grade

With they bullshit records and mistakes they made

I could see how that could chase your faith away

So thanks to them

My team is gettin' questioned even though we stay grindin'

Like, «They CD ain’t dope.

I’m fightin' to find 'em

The LB team only got hype behind 'em.»

Bullshit ho, that’s Big Dho, right behind 'em

And when we rock a crowd we the best at it, dressed to get it

Y’all niggas is at your best, average, just admit it

Y’all know how we get down right?

My outline for cloud nine and this is what it sounds like

Yeah

Up on my cloud

You can’t reach me

I’m always movin' on

I’m way above you

If you can get there

I already won

Up on my cloud nine

Never sub par or substandard, always top of the line

And if you said something dope then it was probably mine

Cause y’all kick the whole truth only part of the time

Tay spit from 0 to 60 and stop on the top of a dime

Pen and paragraphs, use my words as stabs

You don’t wanna feel my aftermath

Who’s on the next docket?

Them Ray Crocket MC’s gettin' shook up

Cause Pooh Tyson never did give his hook up

Look up and see that we live up to the hype

Your style is pussy, I wonder who was fuckin' tonight

Don’t even worry bout another MC touchin' the mic

Cause you and me ain’t really nothin' alike

I write rhymes and burn MC’s weekly

Had some many people screamin', «Finish him»

Niggas thought he was from Helsinki

We do it like this any time you want to meet me

And on cloud nine is where you see me

Up on my cloud

You can’t reach me

You know that I got mine, yeah

I’m way above you

And where you find me

Up on my cloud nine

Is where I’m gonna be

You gotta look up

There where I’m gonna be

Look up look up

Cloud nine

Cloud nine