Brothers On My Jock
(专辑: Business As Usual - 1990)
Brothers on my jock for the
way I
hold a
piece of steel... So what cha saying [Redman:] I
go wild as I
sip from a
cold Löwenbräu Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder Boom, did the
bassline crank From being rated R, from being top rank I'm hard like an erection Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections So I
grab a
pen and pad, I'm back To make a
killer, similar to a
backstab Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane If I'm booty, then I've been framed By an MC, who can't be the
R-E-D Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy By me and a
tre-eight pistol, so vacate the
premises Or ask for Mayday, Mayday For H-E-L-P, brothers tell me I'm electrifying, similar to rail three I
don't brag and boast but smash and roast MC's wit degrees from here to the
West Coast I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba Piece of membranes will smash like crackers Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town House None of the
above get caught wit the
roundhouse Kick, blackflip, semifull My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull I'm down wit the
Squad, no more than four to five brothers Six or more, you seen got smothered By a
fist of fury, next is the
verdict Let's hear it from the
jury Brothers on my jock for the
way I
hold a
piece of steel... So what cha saying [PMD:] I'm a
nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC Cold wreck the
nigga wit the
help of E-D Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick Master of disaster, no time for flicks Straight up b-boy, Real McCoy like Bruce Leroy Strap the
bozack when I'm stabbing a
skeezoid Gangsta rap, it's Daddy Mack wit a
bozack Roy the
funk punk pumps skunk like a
smokestack So swing low and lick up balls I'm like Scharzenegger, correcting shit in Total Re Call up E-D and the
posse that's ten deep To wax a
sucker nigga booty rappin MC So step off cause you gets no props So stick the
fork in him, Redman (why) cause he's done Brothers on my jock for the
way I
hold a
piece of steel... So what cha saying [Erick Sermon:] I'm E-D, I
belong wit the
A-Team A
one man wreckin machine, by all means Necessary, I
destroyed on contact No fear, of getting killed cause I'm strapped The
Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet To creep, on my crew so you don't sleep My mic is caffeine, similar to Maxwell Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well And you might get scared and spark a
stove Cause I
pack steel but Hold On like En Vogue My swiftness, I
got a
gift not for Christmas God bless, mmm-hmm, can I
get a
witness I'm fresh like a
bag of Chips Ahoy No toy, I'm a
hardcore b-boy Once again, I
quote, I'm danger I
smoked Smokey the
Bear and killed the
forest ranger Poof, the
fire's out and I'm gone Peace to Mandela and Farrakhan Brothers on my jock for the
way I
hold a
piece of steel... So what cha saying