Endangered Species Lyrics by Pop Da Brown Hornet

Endangered Species Lyrics

    [sample from movie]
    No matter what you may say to the contrary
    No matter what you may say to the contrary
    If you are guilty of feeding false hopes
    Procrastination.

    [intro]
    Nigga atp, smoke records
    Brown hornet, bout to spice you in the head
    Hip hop

    [pop da brown hornet]
    Expect to get stepped to, ran through
    I'm a dog that'll bite you thru the muzzle
    Eavesdrop on ya huddle, ya standin in the puddle
    I smell fear, you smell trouble
    Pop da brown is too heavy to juggle
    The holder of a bolder, plus heavy handed
    You rap standing, i rhyme outstanding
    Pick an mc out at random, that help you out
    Because you by yourself is like a dick in the mouth
    You suck, i suck-seed, i get high, you get skeed
    Fuckin with poppy da, ya smokin more than just weed
    I'm about to let you know, you made the wrong decision
    In this intermission, i dominate with aggressiveness
    With professionalist, let you know not to many competitors in this
    Take all competitors
    Magazines been rave, get extra large
    But to me you all regulars
    Once i fits all, ya all about to fall
    The outcome is rusum, love to battle mc's in a twosome
    Before i roof 'em, i'll introduce them to a no nonsense
    Lyrical proof type stee, look up the word mc
    And see a picture of me, loungin wit a blunt in my mouth
    Callin shots in your house, layin up in your couch
    Gettin served like a king, black caeser wit the pinkie ring
    While in the heat, don't sweat a god damn thing
    Cuz i'm fuller, fresher, stand out from the rest of the pack
    Like kris said, "they wick-wick-wack"
    How they make it this far, without gettin gonged
    That's right, they name it hiroshima, but they still gettin bumped
    And once i start droppin, there's no stoppin
    Your all time favorites, will soon be forgotten
    What you digest the way i manifest
    Make crazy progress over a ten year stretch
    And i still keep growin, rhymes keep flowin
    Sometimes i'm writing rhymes without me even knowin
    Wake up, out my sleep, put down the pad and pen and roll a fat one
    I'll probably die, o.d. on platinum
    Plus i'm hot and scorchin, pat sajak, gave me the fortune
    Told me i'm worth more than steve austin
    I laughed and said tell me somethin i don't know
    Blew out some smoke and disappeared with the dough

    [interlude: smoke]
    Yo, yo, yo
    Ya niggas that told me that nigga brown hornet is wack
    That nigga ain't wack, man
    Come on now, this that shit right here
    This that shit that got niggas bouncin

    [pop da brown hornet]
    Are you ready? sorry if ya not
    I bust they snotbox, let know that pop box ain't it decomposed
    Any stage i rock shows,
    You heard it thru the grapevines from all my ex-hoes
    That i've been doin this years, thru the sweat blood and tears
    Smoked about a million blunts, drunk a 100,000 beers
    Certified hip hop junky, love all my tracks funky
    Battling is somethin don't take much to pump me
    It comes naturally, born to be wild
    I'm the whole comp, you just a comp with no style
    Tell us to my click, in the way we get down
    Study our melody, try to copy our sound
    First i'll let you know it's impossible
    Fuck around and find yourself in a hospital
    With casts and twos, be battered and bruised
    It'll take over your feet to fit in one of my shoes
    Dunn, dunn, i make the rules that you abide by
    I'm a fly guy, you just a fly by night mc
    Your momma warned you not to fuck with me
    Your hard header, don't listen on a suicidal mission
    It's too hot inside the kitchen
    For a potato head rapper like you, not to get burned, come on
    I told you how to rhyme, it seems you still haven't learned
    How to master the basics, claim to have flavor
    But to me it sounds tasteless
    Hate a wack mc, it's safe to say that i'mma racist
    Quit the protest against a flimsy muthafucka
    Tryin to make in this b-i, in it till i d-i-e
    Like 2pac and b.i.g., and p-o-p is who i be
    Nonchalantly destroy your whole infantry
    Gladiator, lovin gp history
    On my biz-ack, back slap ya counteract
    Hit you wit a shaolin rap, beat the crap out ya, if it come to that
    Like bad boy and no limit, smoke records is in it to win it
    Since '96 to infinite

    [outro]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Steppin thru, gp, brown hornet
    Peace to all my niggas, for real
    June lova, rubba to the, yeah, yeah
    Down low recka, yeah, comin
    My nigga shy, keep it on the g, gp
    Forever

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