Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barrel Brothers, artist - Skyzoo. Album song Live from the Tape Deck, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Barrel Brothers |
Uh, anticipation through the roof |
Bigger basements with bigger tables for scrappin up the brew |
Get it shakin, if they’ve been waitin, to pay for this is two’s |
Clock workin for the purchase and labeled it much new |
Thought you peruse through the rumor mill section of your favorite site |
Some say it’s destined, some say it’s questioned, some say it’s hype |
I say the blessing that you possess when you paid the price |
Two of the best, ever connected on a single mic |
Mike Jeffrey with the robe on, gave 'em quotables so ons |
If I get this commercial with Spike, call me a so long |
Predicted to be on mile high with the seat drawn |
Pen game see ons, Big told me to go long |
Uh, it’s so wrong, mind blowin how we on this joint |
Came into entry-level position, now we own this joint |
The Barrel Brothers from the Brook', no Jonas joint |
Niggas can’t see us like the credits on the bonus joint |
Bonus on the throw in, definition of go in |
Paper Mate veins, my father already wrote this |
Breakaway aim, you weave, I still won’t miss |
Shoot through your Theory, if you never been to the Low Ends |
And that’s no diss to Tribe, 'cause notice describe |
The focus provide, when those pens collide |
Our whole list for pride, the whole shit contrived |
The dopeness combined when Tor' get with Sky' |
When Sky' get with Tor', you curtain call everything |
Rumors turned out to turned out and to the present Kings |
Movin words out, word-of-mouth can turn to gettin rings |
Drums sound like dumbs, the kick is where the Dessie ring |
And this is where your Heaven meets Hell and your effort meet fail |
I don’t F with these stales |
Shit is stuck at retail, ass rappers |
When the simple fact is that this corner boy crafted another corner store |
classic |
The daily conversation is breakin down into fractions |
This rap shit is water, I cornered this from the tuck |
When I rhyme tell 'em all of it’s me when I hit the jump |
Let 'em know I put my balls on the beat like Brennan Huff |
Whenever you mention us, you can say we «Step Brothers» too |
Or Brothers from Another, shout to my Philly dudes |
But on the really dude, it’s illy the way we do |
The rhythm is straight to stool, don’t make 'em like me and you |
True, dirty beats under intricate poems |
While the rest of 'em makin records like they Winston Jerome |
Me and Tor' get to breakin this pavement behind the gate |
And the mirror says Jason and David in '98 |
We doin what y’all ain’t, it’s like the pen that paint y’all mural |
You play Guitar Hero, I play the bar hero |
And y’all zeroes never up on deck |
We might do a full length, who gon' cut that check? |
(huh?) |
Wanted it, you got it, got it, heard all of the chitchat |
Heard all of the rumors, lookin to predict that |
Now you got the two of us, who you know as true as us? |
Name another tag that can move with us (Barrel Brothers) |
Wanted it, you got it, got it, heard all of the chitchat |
Heard all of the rumors, lookin to predict that |
Now you got the two of us, who you know as true as us? |
Name another tag that can move with us (Barrel Brothers) |