brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong it's the alcohol abusin' trash kid. the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung shout outs and respect to the where i'm coming from. so me run again, head to the finish, no time for loosin', no time for ''cause a got to keep on movin' like soul 2 soul, i'm back to life for still a mc with lots of love for my holy of steele, yo to me it was a big step, from thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard" to pick up the mic and say what the fukk i was for free to the dom is the only thing I star for
die for, would cry for, but not spy for i got the same type of respect even for all you fly whores don't get me wrong, i really 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 em around like u just don't care
goes the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4lyn i make it happen, i make them phoney rappers their crap i let my dogs do the freak and put brompton on the map,yo! if a problem, i fix it, like p e and anthrax i "bring the noise" snd it on a black piece of wax me a grin when you see me pass you by i'm not pretty fly for a white but for a i'm like the butt of a babe and well known for all the panic i create when i'm out on stage.
"trouble maker"," child" is what these mothers title me and daddies want to fight me but like lee i'm doin' the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm a blunt 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 just don 't
like u don 't care