Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brothers On My Jock, artist - EPMD. Album song Business As Usual, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.1990
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Brothers On My Jock |
| 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 with me, you’ll get slapped up and capped up easy |
| By me and a tre-eight, pistol, so vacate the premises |
| Or ask Mayday, Mayday |
| For H-E-L-P, brothers tell me |
| I’m electrifyin', 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, with no abrakadaba |
| Piece of membranes will smash like crackers |
| Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town House |
| None of the above get caught with the roundhouse |
| Kick, blackflip, semifull |
| My vocal chord prove my pull ain’t bull |
| I’m down with 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 (4x) |
| Say it loud! |
| (4x) |
| So whatcha sayin'? |
| I’m a nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC |
| Cold wreck the nigga with 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 stabbin' a skeezoid |
| Gangsta rap, it’s Daddy Mack with a bozack |
| Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack |
| So swing low and lick up balls |
| I’m like Schwarzenegger, 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 (4x) |
| Say it loud! |
| (4x) |
| So whatcha sayin'? |
| 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 gettin' killed 'cause I’m strapped |
| The Hit Squad’s deep, makin' 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 (4x) |
| Say it loud! |
| (4x) |
| So whatcha sayin'? |