| Brother man, brother man
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| Uhh, a brother man, brother. |
| man, yeah!
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| Brother man, brother. |
| man, go 'head
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| Brother man, brother. |
| man, yeah!
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| A brother man, brother man, uhh
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| A brother man, brother. |
| man, yeah!
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| Brother man, brother. |
| man
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| Uh-huh, a brother man, brother man
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| Check it, we wreck shop, from nighttime to dawn
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| It’s goin it’s goin it’s goin it’s goin
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| It’s gone!
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| Cause Lil’Daddy’s like a rap helter skelter
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| A bad mother.
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| Chill Shane, respect your elders
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| My younger one, UHH, tall and yellow
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| Aiyyo, I got you covered like an umbrella
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| Well, I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through
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| So may I release you?
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| Oh oh, please do So Lil’Daddy, my ace, my brother
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| Get on the mic and let’s rock with one another
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| And, here comes the six foot four, the rough and raw
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| to blow up the mic with rhymes you like
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| I strike the stage in a rage and burn just like a twelve gauge
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| shotgun, cause son, the Shane is not the one
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| The noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stinger
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| Bring your girl to my show and I’ma swing her
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| The Lil’Daddy got it down pat, YEAH
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| I’m like the name Heavy D, I sound fat
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| Word for word, line for line, UH I gets mine and show I’m poetically in-clined
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| If rap was made by? |
| then redeemed because
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| you ain’t got no ahhhhhice creeeeeeeeam
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| So take a seat in the rear
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| Don’t dare to compare, cause I swear, you gets nothin here
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| The way you see me knock out the next brother
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| You’d think my moms had a talk with LL’s mother, huh
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| Aiy-yi-yi-yah, momma mia
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| Man I burn the next MC like gonorrhea
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| Knock the boots on a girl named Althea
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| Then pull her friend by the name of Maria
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| Well I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through
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| So may I release you?
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| Oh oh, please do So Big Daddy, my ace, my brother
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| Get on the mic, and let’s rap with one another
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| When I grab the microphone and shout
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| You gotta spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out
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| I’m ready to rip it apart, I hit em with one of the rhymes
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| I’m rough in a flash, trash, bash, crash, smash slash mash
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| Run for shelter, no one can help ya You pushed up on a heavyweight, when your rhymes are welter-
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| -weight that’s right, wait, because you’re not fitted
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| UHH, I’m what you call a rap legend
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| And definitely the last MC to be present
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| Don’t even try to take mines
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| You fuckin new jack, you still got price tags on your rhymes
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| Yo what’s that sayin that Hammer says uhh
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| U Can’t Touch This, just like a pimple yo I’ma bust this
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| I’m like Steven Segall, _Out for Justice_
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| As for competition, pssssssh, what’s this?
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| You’re not prepared too, rappers are scared too
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| Confront this, cause you know damn well you don’t want this
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| Some good advice is just break out
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| Before I treat you like a fast food resteraunt and take-out
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| As soon as I see the microphone yo I’ma, seize that
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| Squeeze that, a battle, you better, freeze that
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| Cause if you go through the Wrath of Kane, uhh
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| Not even Lisa Fisher can ease the pain, so Brother man, brother. |
| man
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| Uh-huh, brother man, brother. |
| man
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| Yo, brother man, brother mega-man, UHH!
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| A brother man, brother mega-man, yeah!
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| Brother man, brother man.
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| Ha hah! |
| Brother man, brother. |
| man, yeah!
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| Brother man, brother MAN, aowww!
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| A brother man, brother. |
| man
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| RUFFFFFFFFFFF! |
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