Epmd - Brothers On My Jock Lyrics
Chorus: parrish smith (from so what cha sayin)Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x)So what cha sayingVerse one: redmanI go wild as I sip from a cold lowenbrauSet up rhymes like fire to gunpowderBoom, did the bassline crankFrom being rated r, from being top rankIm hard like an erectionPhrases might get too tough to break down in sectionsSo I grab a pen and pad, Im backTo make a killer, similar to a backstabDont arrest me, arrest my brain, its insaneIf Im booty, then Ive been framedBy an mc, who cant be the r-e-d***** wit me, youll get slapped up and capped up easyBy me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premisesOr ask for mayday, maydayFor h-e-l-p, brothers tell meIm electrifyin, similar to round threeI dont brag and boast but smash and roastMcs wit degrees from here to the west coastIm miracle wit no abrakadabaPiece of membranes will smash like crackersWere they ritz, saltine, or town houseNone of the above get caught wit the roundhouseKick, blackflip, semifullMy vocal chord prove my pull aint bullIm down wit the squad, no more than four to five brothersSix or more, you seen got smotheredBy a fist of fury, next is the verdictLets hear it from the juryChorusVerse two: pmdIm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an mcCold wreck the nigga wit the help of e-dAggravation, dont need it, so get off my dickMaster of disaster, no time for flicksStraight up b-boy, real mccoy like bruce leroyStrap the bozack when Im stabbin a skeezoidGangsta rap, its daddy mack wit a bozackRoy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestackSo swing low and lick up ballsIm like scharzenegger, correcting shit in total re-Call up e-d and the posse thats ten deepTo wax a sucker nigga booty rappin mcSo step off cause you gets no propsSo stick the fork in him, redman (why) cause hes doneChorusVerse three: erick sermonIm e-d, I belong wit the a-teamA one man wreckin machine, by all meansNecessary, I destroyed on contactNo fear, of getting killed cause Im strappedThe hit squads deep, making it sweetTo creep, on my crew so you dont sleepMy mic is caffeine, similar to maxwellMaking it smooth for me, yes, to wax wellAnd you might get scared and spark a stoveCause I pack steel but hold on like en vogueMy swiftness, I got a gift not for christmasGod bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a witnessIm fresh like a bag of chips ahoyNo toy, Im a hardcore b-boyOnce again, I quote, Im dangerI smoked smokey the bear and killed the forest rangerPoof, the fires out and Im gonePeace to mandela and farrakhanChorus
