Brothers On My Jock lyrics

Artist  : Epmd 
Song : Brothers On My Jock
 


[Featuring Redman]
Chorus: Parrish Smith (from
'So What Cha Sayin')
Brothers on my jock for
the way I hold a piece of steel (4x)
So what
cha saying
Verse One: Redman
I go wild as I
sip from a cold Lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like
fire to gunpowder
Boom did the bassline
crank
From being rated R from being top
rank
I'm hard like an erection
Phrases
might get too tough to break down in
sections
So I grab a pen and pad, I'm
back
to make a killer, similar to a
backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain,
it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been
framed
By an MC, who can't be the
R-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and
capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol,
so vacate the premises
Or ask for Mayday,
Mayday
For H-E-L-P, brothers tell me
I'm
electrifyin, similar to round three
I don't
brag and boast but smash and roast
MC's wit
degrees from here to the West Coast
I'm
miracle wit no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes
will smash like crackers
Were they Ritz,
Saltine, or Town House
None of the above get
caught wit the roundhouse
Kick, blackflip,
semifull
My vocal chord prove my pull ain't
bull
I'm down wit the Squad, no more than four
to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got
smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the
verdict
Let's hear it from the
jury
Chorus
Verse Two: PMD
I'm a
nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC
Cold
wreck the nigga wit the help of
E-D
Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my
dick
Master of disaster, no time for
flicks
Straight up b-boy, Real McCoy like
Bruce Leroy
Strap the bozack when I'm stabbin
a skeezoid
Gangsta rap, it's Daddy Mack wit a
bozack
Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a
smokestack
So swing low and lick up
balls
I'm like Scharzenegger, correcting shit
in Total Re-
call up E-D and the posse that's
ten deep
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin
MC
So step off cause you gets no props
So
stick the fork in him, Redman (why) cause he's
done
Chorus
Verse Three: Erick
Sermon
I'm E-D, I belong wit the A-Team
A
one man wreckin machine, by all
means
Necessary, I destroyed on contact
No
fear, of getting killed cause I'm strapped
The
Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet
to creep, on
my crew so you don't sleep
My mic is caffeine,
similar to Maxwell
Making it smooth for me,
yes, to wax well
And you might get scared and
spark a stove
Cause I pack steel but Hold On
like En Vogue
My swiftness, I got a gift not
for Christmas
God bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a
witness
I'm fresh like a bag of Chips
Ahoy
No toy, I'm a hardcore b-boy
Once
again, I quote, I'm danger
I smoked Smokey the
Bear and killed the forest ranger
Poof, the
fire's out and I'm gone
Peace to Mandela and
Farrakhan
Chorus