Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tribute to the 5th Brother, artist - 9th Prince. Date of issue: 27.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tribute to the 5th Brother |
| Father, our family was always loyal |
| You traitors have betrayed our trust |
| We have been deliberately lured in this battle |
| To destroy the end… AWWW!, father! |
| (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo) |
| Approach like a ghost, in a thousand men host |
| Prepare for the battle, all you saw was their shadows |
| Solomon’s thought, was hit on fort, swords drawn |
| The king in the back, they formatted like pawns |
| Prepare for the attack, heard the whips crack |
| Fatal guillotine’s took flight, snatch heads, brought them back |
| Before they can blast, one gun, half a cal., he was done |
| One fourth was blinded by reflection of the sunlight |
| Off the shield, the golden blade, golden wheel |
| Five element ninja was patrollin’the hill |
| The enemy face defeat, the reminder of his fleet tried to retreat |
| To the mountain side, it was countin’on a cage for a safe place to hide |
| Location was lurked about, brought turned about |
| Called the men, burned them out |
| Capture up theire leader, made 'em stiff like an ameba |
| Broke his bat like semi cheeba |
| Stuck on poodle, we hold weight like a sumo |
| Great, fast, like Bruno Sammartino |
| Burnin’Dominick Alovito and Angelina Lugo |
| (Six return) .Yo, yo, yo, yo I burn mics micro rhymes of White Mike on turnpikes |
| You’ll get sucked by the light |
| M.C.'s get stuck up by the Bai Me nine strikes |
| Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. |
| Room |
| Ya crabs, won’t fall from the Sun of Neptune |
| I don’t fuck wit dead birds, be the true and living word |
| Gods seem to heard, keep the best part preserved |
| Then penetrate, ya bodies five major gates |
| The pulsatin’beat vibrates, and yo thighs shake |
| You fruitcake, little tiny small molecular |
| Miniature, minute, itty bitty, microscopic |
| Subatomic, fragile, frail, timid, weak |
| Soft, thuggy, Puffy the Dragon, spineless jellyfish |
| Can’t fuck wit this, Wu-Tang swordplay remains too crisp |
| You savage, we cripple (To destroy the enemy, AWW!) |
| Fuck that. |
| Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics |
| Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets |
| The 9th Prince blowin’sacrifices |
| Lyrical wolverine, dances wit wolves, lead by Crisis |
| The Prince wisdom is deep like black holes open the Abyss |
| Recollect digital, that’s a death wish |
| I burn like flame on, Iron Palm |
| Rhyme in Napalm, fear the God, even to smile like Saddam |
| Microphone choreographer, picture what I vision like a photographer |
| The golden flow uno boxer, law and order, fiends warriors |
| Secret Victoria, defenders of the universe |
| Creepers creep, don then try to peep before I hit him in his sleep |
| I’m legendary like Eleven the veteran, from the Mediterranean |
| Who watched the braveheart, warlord, killa stash, barbarians |
| The renegade with a hand grenade |
| Explosion, front locus, will blow ya hearing aid |
| Causin’those who misunderstood what I had to say to throw shit on stage |
| But I still reign, grab ya Bandaids ya rhymes cut like switchblades |
| Yo bring it back |
| Deliberately lured into this battle |
| To destroy the Yang… AWW |
| At last, in the hope |
| The last mark |
| Say ya prayers |