Dr. Dooom - Brothers Feel Fly lyrics

Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious serious?
I don't feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah
Yo, that kid is wack, his father's wack
His group is wack, that's word word black
I'm detrimental
I hop up on this instrumental
Smack your face with mitts
A pile of grease filled with grit's
Burn you like Teddy Pendergrass
Tap you on that ass
I'm Big Jim, shut your mouth
Call me Jimmy Steel
Don't freestyle, Chemical Bank
Y'all keep it real on Lollapalooza
Their butts packed with German Lugers


On tour dates
Stashin mad work in milk crates
Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped
On they back some damage I'm raw
Kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up
Your castle more than roughed up
Pockets with royalties, you gets
No loyalties that's word bill
Sell your house's mortgage off the hill
I'm for real necks
Payin crackers for my Ampex yeah!

It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)

You got commercial records
No monies in your wack pockets
You get jerked
My Master-charge-Card's doin work
Eight thousand grills, all
These Franklin heads, big head bills
You go 'head wrap balogna
Sandwich in yo' backpack
School kids up no joke on record labels
Y'all still broke
Don't flex at me, who's this kid
Standin next to me
I got versatile sawed-off shotgun
WIC checks with me
Suckers I'm android, no time to feel paranoid
Blow out your face, pull your skull back
Now give me space
My wig is ready, disguised
Ridin on the subway
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison
My crew from Rahway
That's word Lou, I'm in New York
I'm here to see you
Cut back your weak tracks
And vomit on your vinyl wax
I'm here, like gladiator
Air-conditioned central
You smokin embalmin fluid
Elephants are mental
I got dreams to wear your
Parts off your cash machine
That's in the window me with bags
In the Wells Fargo
Changin your incite, I'm high class
With appetite
You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete
Your style is neckbone
My cab rides by your street yeah!
It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)

I twist the bums out the project
Elevator lights is out
Y'all wanna step to Phi B
Big like the? family
Holdin your ear, like you handicapped
You can't hear
Touch up your young style delivery
Don't appeal follow through
Instructions easy for your rap crew
That's word, that kid you rapped
Sound like BooBoo
Stinky feet, with razor bumps
Tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut
By the pound
Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your engineer
Mixed like Baskin-Rob's you on the charts
With just enough to Pop Tarts
Publishin checks you signed off
You gets no respect
You gets to lease the Benz
Cryin loud with your WIC check
No sale retail, deposit all direct sales
Yeah! Check it

It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)
It's the brother feelin fly
(brothers feelin fly)

Yeah! Yeah styles retarded
Brothers feelin fly