Brothers On My Jock Lyrics by Epmd

Brothers On My Jock Lyrics

    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

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