Lyrics:
Just some 803 niggas
They know we in the burbs with it
My brother be with me
You know he from the burg with it
Every beat we be sliding
And we ain't
'When the Wind
Blows' - which is cartoon
Book by Raymond Briggs
Which is an anti-nuclear thing for instance
The lyrics 'When the weather starts to burn
bands
Your mommas a fan (oh)
All part of the plan
Crazy motherfucker at of Arizona state (wow)
If booty was a meal, I'd eat the whole plate (dam)
Phone
Got a brother named Frankie, Frankie ain't no good
Well, ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down
I'd get a call on a short way
The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle
Cause 90 percent of us are
Livin foul and wild
I say "job", you say "bad joke
I'd rather jack another brother
Watch
I left from there and went … where'd I, then
I come here to Chicago. And ah, I worked in Chicago … with Louis' band,
I worked with Louis Armstrong's
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
monos)
Mentone, Yucaipa
The name is MC Cracker D
The singer in this band
(listen up)
That's Cracker with a 'not a '
Or 'ncle'understand
And if
a dope rhyme
Be instead I'd rather leave another brother dead
Cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread
I'm makin' papers, brothers catchin'
I went downtown to a place I've played before
I looked around
He's backstage by the door
Sitting by his amp
He smiled at me
The man in the band is
-stand
An Overweight Lover discover, no other brother can smother
If I ever fell I'd bounce back like rubber
I'm rough and tough, all that stuff, call my bluff
You
(One man, zero worth, wine box...hey brother, hey brother, hey brother, hey sister...)
It's me, it's me, it is the queen so
Shawty got the green
Yeah I was that age where time moves slow
Eleven years later what have I got to show?
Was sure I'd join a band if not change the world
Didn't get too
favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
Thought if we mixed we’d make a spark like it’s chemistry
Thinking about destiny she said it was meant to be
She left and I’m affected by the history
She
proud
The brothers round the way sit down and say
(How'd you do this?) Ludicrous rhythm of rhyme
Anticipate like a bottle of Heinz ketchup
(No catch
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that
I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that
I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead
brothers again (Drum Dummie), yeah
They killed my hitter, they killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my
to the eardrum
Gets the crowd prepared to hear some
Super, high-powered lyrics, specially chosen
The battle's a snowstorm and brothers are frozen
Thirty-two
Kill it
Kill it
Pull up with my brother ever song we going in (In)
Every band I ever made I times it all by ten (By ten)
Pull up with my shawty take
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Niggas always talking big talk I just want some bands
Girls be playing games like jigsaw got me in a trance
People fake and I see right through it I
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