brompton city bashin', car crashin', blastin' it's the abusin' white trash kid. the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung shout and respect to the place where i'm coming from. so here me run again, to the finish, no time for loosin', no time for a champion's got to keep on movin' like soul 2 soul, i'm back to life for real a mc lots of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo to me it was a big step, from doin'boogaloo at the "barmbek-boulevard" to pick up the mic and say the fukk i was born for free to the dom is the only thing I star for
die for, would cry for, but not spy for i still got the same type of even for all you fly whores get me wrong, i really love your bitchness the only i disrespect are bitches in the music-business.
and if you me put your hands 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 goes the 1 - 2 - 3 - i make it happen, i make them phoney rappers stop their i let my dogs do the freak and put city on the map,yo! if theres a problem, i fix it, p e and anthrax 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 pretty fly for a white but for a i'm smooth like the butt of a and well known for all the panic that i create i'm out on stage.
"trouble maker"," problem child" is these mothers title me and daddies want to me but like spike lee i'm doin' the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a i'm fukkin' them daughters in their 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!!!!
like u don 't care
like u don 't care