brompton city bashin', car crashin', blastin' it's the alcohol abusin' white kid. with the mad vocalism, from the top of my lung outs 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 to life for real still a mc lots of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo to me it was a big step, from thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard" to pick up the mic and say 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 still got the same of respect even for all you fly whores don't get me wrong, i really love bitchness the fukks 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 like u just don't care
there goes the 1 - 2 - 3 - i make it happen, i make them phoney stop their crap i let my do the freak and put brompton city on the map,yo! if a problem, i fix it, like p e and anthrax i "bring the noise" snd press it on a piece of wax give me a when you see me pass you by i'm not pretty fly for a but for a 4lyn-guy i'm smooth like the 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 daddies to fight me but like spike lee i'm the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt i'm fukkin' them daughters in their butts and leave 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 just don 't