Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing In Particular , by - The Brotherhood. Song from the album Elementalz, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1995
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Nothing In Particular |
| Face the storm and bring it on! |
| Face the storm and bring it on! |
| Face the storm and bring it on! |
| Flame on! |
| We burn mikes like a toxin |
| Snipes and hoods are rocking |
| Docking fist-to-fist |
| Don’t take the risk with the misters |
| We give ear drums blisters |
| And twist your shadowboxing |
| Ignite the night 'cos we be crazy like the |
| Culture Ultravoxing |
| We smoke the peace pipe |
| With brares who’d snap your face with |
| So stop adopting the stush attitude |
| That’s criss like Eubanks |
| You couldn’t even beat us |
| Not even with two tanks |
| I’m bigger than you, thanks |
| You couldn’t identify us |
| Why? |
| (Why?! Why?!) |
| Tell them that it’s Brotherhood flavour (Why?! Why?!) |
| 'Cos we kick it like this… |
| Oh my Lord, it is the quick-fire specialist |
| Blowing up tracks like I was a biochemist |
| Watch us smash this, watch us do this |
| We’re going to make our lyrics make you swing to the groove, kid |
| Abracadabra when we flex stagger |
| So, watch the horror |
| Flick |
| And pick up your dic |
| Tionary |
| And try to deflect the direct commentary |
| Shit gets scary |
| I’m silencing the lambs, even the little one with Mary |
| I’m quite contrary when I burn it cold blooded |
| A bush flaming, never taming, never been hunted |
| Incognito |
| Pyro-psycho |
| Two parts Semtex vex one with nitro |
| And yes I might go live like Minugs |
| Ooh, make 'em 'Aah' when I’m cunning with my lingus |
| Ooh, ahh, by the Eric Cantona |
| I’m on-ball, I’m on point |
| With my crew I smoke a joint |
| 'Nuff said, on the head check the dread |
| I make like a preachy rapper sermon when your arse is dead |
| Now watch a string vest bandit slam shit |
| Making more money than a motherfucking Clampett |
| Torturing your brain, irritating like a migraine |
| Fuckery in a fight, doing shit just for spite |
| I come fi smite |
| So keep your butt in the light |
| I’m born in the gutter |
| Strictly out for bread and butter |
| X marks the spot, so I dig till I drop |
| Drop, drop, drop the dead donkey |
| We be breaking fake MCs |
| For example |
| We trample |
| And pull apart |
| Upstarts |
| Ride 'em like carts |
| And burn that arse like a fart |
| Raped, pillaged |
| Subsequently buggered |
| Lock 'em in the cupboard with the bones of Mrs Hubbard |
| You give me lip, you give me are never learning |
| Ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| It ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| It ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| It ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| It ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| It ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| It ain’t nothing in particular |
| (Burn, baby, burn) |
| Face the storm and bring it on! |
| Face the storm and bring it on! |
| Face the storm and bring it on! |