Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Illest Brother, artist - Gang Starr. Album song Daily Operation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
The Illest Brother |
Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect |
It takes the illest brother just to get respect |
Got to be the illest brother when it’s time to get wreck |
Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check |
I’m one of the illest brothers known to man |
But if you don’t understand, see I’m a grown man |
And I stand 5'8″ and 3 quarters |
Giving orders to my squadron cuz I’m like the sergeant |
Or general but let me keep this minimal |
I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife |
Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns |
And like riflery champs fellas start to get amped |
Dead bodies lay stamped to the pavement so I gave it some thought |
Remembering the brothers who are gone now |
I will make a strong vow to make things right |
Ignite the mic, get hype and all that |
Suckers try to menace but they always fall |
Flat to the ground as I astound come around |
I’ll put you down about the brothers who think they’re boss |
Think they’re getting large but in the end they pay the cost |
Of their lives and that ain’t the way to go out |
Even take their boys with 'em cause they know their boys will go out |
But when it comes to facing some time |
They’re like crying like weeping, wanna call mom Dukes |
But mom Dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did |
She knows that you shot and she knows that you cripple kids |
But who’s to judge when you’re trying to survive |
The one who moves first might be the one to stay alive |
So when you think you’re hard and dominating the set |
Just remember the illest brother claims respect! |
Like I said I’m an ill kid, so never dare test me |
They wanna arrest me cuz I’m causing a frenzy |
Fake gangsters come and fake gangsters go |
Real gangsters chill cuz real gangsters know |
That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low |
Cuz too much talk will get you beef on the street |
And brothers in the city have to live this way |
It may cause dismay but Imma' tell it anyway |
Yo guns are easy to get and like a puppet |
Some young kid is gonna be the subject |
Of internal oppression an example of hard times |
Cuz to make it out the trap in your mind it’s a hard climb |
But even if you change and come right and exact |
There’s another brother scheming so just watch your back |
I know a brother who thought he had it all |
But little did he know he was bound for a down fall |
He’d pick up the heater and go stick somebody |
He wouldn’t give a damn if he killed somebody |
Cuz if somebody would get in the way of him getting loot |
There’d be no hesitation he’d just shoot |
It’s like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly |
Except it’s reality and you don’t see it on TV |
Brothers keep dying in the streets cuz the streets are designed |
To keep you from having peace of mind |
I know an old man, he’s got a rifle to stifle |
Any young punk, he hides it under his bunk |
And I know a kid who’s been to jail and |
He told me that the system had failed him |
So now he’s out the joint and he’s like flippin' on kids |
And the people in his neighborhood are flippin' their wigs |
But you gotta check the move cuz there’s a reason |
A method to the madness and you know what I’m meaning |
Cuz rather than being the herb, vic, or chump |
You can be just like my man cold holding the pump |
But living like that you take a chance with your life |
But some things in life, sometimes will make you uptight |
I’m like an avalanche of knowledge pounding down all fools |
All fakes, all snakes and ones who try to break the rules |
And regulations stipulations made by the Gang Starr |
You try to flex muscle but you know you can’t hang high |
You’re making me vexed but yeah you can go next |
Just remember the illest brother claims respect |
Yo money don’t front you know you blew your chance |
And now it’s my turn so Imma' take command |
Cuz I’m like the one who’s got all the juice |
I always get loose I got the balls to reduce |
Your crew, very easily I got more ammo |
I’m like the ill kid the psycho man yo |
Cuz now I’m past the point and I ain’t gonna return |
And when it comes to your destruction I ain’t really concerned |
About the consequences cuz I’m living day to day |
So who are you to comment about me and my ways |
I get my attitude from living and I never forget |
You got to be the illest brother just to claim respect! |