Redman, K-Solo - It's Like That (My Big Brother) lyrics
[Redman, K-Solo - It's Like That My Big Brother lyrics]
Due to technical difficulties
Beyond our control
Reggie Noble's stinkin' ass will not
Be performing with us tonight
Erick Sermon, keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman, keep
Keep it on
K to M Keith Murray, keep, keep it on
Keep, keep on, ya don't stop
Keep, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Keep, keep it on, and ya don't stop
K-Solo, Redman, and ya don't stop
Erick Sermon, Keith Murray, ya don't stop
I X'd ya amateur, damage ya
Have fools jumpin' off
Cliffs grabbin' their ass
Cheeks yellin' Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all we can't solve
Three hundred sixty degrees
Rhymes or boulevards
Are charged by my entourage who
Put the Ram in Dodge ras cla in bumba claat
Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused, Hip-Hop's the main aim
Well, it's the Funk Doctor Spot
The pon cock lyricist
My mentality's so def, yo
I ain't even hearin' this shit
Biscuit's be cockin' back when I be coming
I guess they heard how I be
Takin' MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist still trippin', thinkin'
What the fuck is this funky
Fungus that growed amongst us?
Sprayed a few, shank a few
Rap crews say they shamed too
But can't hang two, like we do
Fuck them, they better bow slow
This rhyme'll cold hit 'em
Real quick 'cause I'm K-Solo
Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise
See what the better vet could
Do to you undouche
You three groups, four punkses at a time
I box two and knock 'em out
At the drop of a dime
Yo, the long faced murderer
Servin' over two billion motherfuckers a
Day like Mickey D's circular
Workin' a shifty hour like a burglar
My crew herbin' ya like we
Never even heard of ya
Odds are evens that I'ma be the one creepin'
My new niggas check the flows
Of the major deacon
The bizarre, the rap non-superstar
When I step up, I pump volume like Ra'
My afro blows in three hundred sixty degrees
So this makes me the
Light skinned Richard Roundtree
Vocabulary's very loquacious and gregarious
Pump that too, go grab the dictionary
Fly words that we flip on the M-IK-E mike
My crew be like, this style's hype
Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshh
To rhyme like the K-Solo
You need more than a soul kit
Come closer while I lock it
Down like I'm supposed ta
You battle me, you won? You might have
But then you woke up
My turbulence will make peanut
Butter choke up
Call me the Brick City, Stock Cock Broker
Y'all niggas is fools
Playin' with hood moves
You couldn't total my amount if
You sung "I Missed You"
Dissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you
Let your girl suck on the
Shit that I piss through
Haha, yeah, haha keep, keep it on
Haha, keep, keep it on, look
Ha, keep, keep it on
Ha, keep, keep it on, look
Haha, keep, keep it on
Yo, what we doin', son? (Haha)
Knockin' niggas the fuck out
Beyond our control
Reggie Noble's stinkin' ass will not
Be performing with us tonight
Erick Sermon, keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman, keep
Keep it on
K to M Keith Murray, keep, keep it on
Keep, keep on, ya don't stop
Keep, keep it on, and ya don't stop
Keep, keep it on, and ya don't stop
K-Solo, Redman, and ya don't stop
Erick Sermon, Keith Murray, ya don't stop
I X'd ya amateur, damage ya
Have fools jumpin' off
Cliffs grabbin' their ass
Cheeks yellin' Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all we can't solve
Three hundred sixty degrees
Rhymes or boulevards
Are charged by my entourage who
Put the Ram in Dodge ras cla in bumba claat
Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused, Hip-Hop's the main aim
Well, it's the Funk Doctor Spot
The pon cock lyricist
My mentality's so def, yo
I ain't even hearin' this shit
Biscuit's be cockin' back when I be coming
I guess they heard how I be
Takin' MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist still trippin', thinkin'
What the fuck is this funky
Fungus that growed amongst us?
Sprayed a few, shank a few
Rap crews say they shamed too
But can't hang two, like we do
Fuck them, they better bow slow
This rhyme'll cold hit 'em
Real quick 'cause I'm K-Solo
Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise
See what the better vet could
Do to you undouche
You three groups, four punkses at a time
I box two and knock 'em out
At the drop of a dime
Yo, the long faced murderer
Servin' over two billion motherfuckers a
Day like Mickey D's circular
Workin' a shifty hour like a burglar
My crew herbin' ya like we
Never even heard of ya
Odds are evens that I'ma be the one creepin'
My new niggas check the flows
Of the major deacon
The bizarre, the rap non-superstar
When I step up, I pump volume like Ra'
My afro blows in three hundred sixty degrees
So this makes me the
Light skinned Richard Roundtree
Vocabulary's very loquacious and gregarious
Pump that too, go grab the dictionary
Fly words that we flip on the M-IK-E mike
My crew be like, this style's hype
Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshh
To rhyme like the K-Solo
You need more than a soul kit
Come closer while I lock it
Down like I'm supposed ta
You battle me, you won? You might have
But then you woke up
My turbulence will make peanut
Butter choke up
Call me the Brick City, Stock Cock Broker
Y'all niggas is fools
Playin' with hood moves
You couldn't total my amount if
You sung "I Missed You"
Dissed you, dismissed you, yeah, I fixed you
Let your girl suck on the
Shit that I piss through
Haha, yeah, haha keep, keep it on
Haha, keep, keep it on, look
Ha, keep, keep it on
Ha, keep, keep it on, look
Haha, keep, keep it on
Yo, what we doin', son? (Haha)
Knockin' niggas the fuck out