brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong it's the alcohol white trash kid. with the mad vocalism, from the top of my lung shout and respect to the place where i'm coming from. so me run again, head to the finish, no time for loosin', no time for a champion's got to keep on movin' like 2 soul, i'm back to life for real still a mc with of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo to me it was a big step, doin'boogaloo thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard" to up the mic and say what the fukk i was born for to the dom is still the only thing I star for
would die for, cry for, but not spy for i got the same type of respect even for all you fly whores get me wrong, i really love your bitchness the only fukks i are bitches in the music-business.
and if you feel me put your up ,(hands in da sky) and if you me put em high,(put em high)... push 4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and wave em around like u just care
there the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4lyn i make it happen, i make phoney rappers stop their crap i let my dogs do the freak and put city on the map,yo! if theres a problem, i fix it, like p e and i "bring the noise" snd press it on a piece of wax give me a grin you see me pass you by i'm not fly for a white but for a 4lyn-guy i'm like the butt of a babe and known for all the panic that i create when i'm out on stage.
"trouble maker"," child" is what these mothers title me and want to fight me but like spike lee i'm doin' the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm a blunt i'm fukkin' them in their butts and leave this chikks "rest in pussy"
so,what'cha me to do? (wikked:)"Yo Braz, Do The Shit!" right!!!!bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!!
u just don 't care
like u don 't care