Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brutal, artist - Paris. Album song The Devil Made Me Do It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Brutal |
Paris is my name, I flows with ease |
Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC’s |
Who ain’t down with the sound of the Panther Movement |
Intense is a serious answer |
The mic goes into labor you freeze up |
Enveloped by the style that sounds so ROUGH |
Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide |
A million and a half shot keepin you high |
But I don’t sell cause what you’re sellin is never sold |
Or dealed by the REAL mack brothers of old |
Naw, I just devise a wise new formula |
To keep you in tune without sellin my soul |
In 1930, it all began |
With a movement comprised of intelligent black men |
Led by Allah in the form of Farad |
But later by the last true prophet of God |
Elijah, Muhammad, a dominant black leader |
Of The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack |
And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight |
Stressing a black nationalistic state |
Of self-sufficiency on a mission he |
Stressed thrift and pride and good sense |
Killed in cold blood but the shit ain’t done with |
Switch to Oaktown, '66 |
See Huey Newton, and Cleveland Seale |
Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill |
And end the brutality inflicted on us by cops |
Best believe I won’t stop |
Teachin science in step with Farrakhan |
Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam |
Keeps my brothers up on it cause I’m black |
And now you know, I’m BRUTAL |
(explosion) |
Callin' all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter |
Stomp rip and choke those who thought a |
Young black man wasn’t capable of the intellect |
Of gainin' respect, without sellin', so check |
I’m Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice |
But twice as nice with, the power to fight boy |
So listen I’m tellin' y’all, the warnin', the Final Call |
We’re headin, for Armageddon, it’s like that |
The government’s policy see, is tactical genocide |
How many must die chasin a chemical high? |
How much killin and murderin mayhem more can we stand |
Before we fold, black man, so take a stand |
Listen up drug dealer, whassup with that? |
Hope I don’t bust a cap, straight in your MOTHERFUCKIN ass |
For pushin' poison to youth, I’m through with talkin' I’m steppin' up |
With gat point blank at your motherfuckin' mug |
I’m P-R-O, B-L-A-C-K |
Stompin' and crushin' to mush, any lush, in my way |
I’m educated and strong, always right and no wrong |
With many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along |
It’s like that y’all, and I won’t QUIT |
Keepin' y’all fresh on the movement tip |
With F.O.I. |
at my side, we’re never slippin' or nap |
We always come sick with it, bustin' serious caps |
There’s no, bullshit, and yo look, this is the danger zone |
You shouldn’t have stepped to it, you shouldn’t have come alone |
You shouldn’t have ever thought, the movement was soft |
Don’t you know P-Dog'll never stop |
I’m BRUTAL! |