The Illest Brother Lyrics by Gang Starr

The Illest Brother Lyrics

    Chorus:
    Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect
    It takes the illest brother just to get respect
    Got to be the illest brother when it's time to get wreck
    Got to be the illest brother when i get my mic check

    I'm one of the illest brothers known to man
    But if you don't understand, see i'm a grown man
    And i stand 5'8" and 3 quarters
    Giving orders to my sqaudron cuz i'm like the sergeant
    Or general but let me keep this minimal
    I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife
    Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns
    And like riflery champs fellas start to get real amped
    Dead bodies lay stamped to the pavement so i gave it some thought
    Remembering the brothers who are gone now
    I will make a strong vow to make things right
    Ignite the mic, get hype and all that
    Suckers try to menace but they always fall
    Flat to the ground as i astound come around
    I'll put you down about the brothers who think they're the boss
    Think they're getting large but in the end they pay the cost
    Of their lives and that ain't the way to go out
    Even take their boys with 'em cause they know their boys will go out
    But when it comes to facing some time
    They're like crying like weeping, wanna call mom dukes
    But mom dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did
    She knows that you shot and she knows that you cripples kids
    But who's to judge when you're trying to survive
    The one who moves first might be the one to stay alive
    So when you think you're hard and dominating the set
    Just remember the illest brother claims respect!

    Like i said i'm an ill kid, so never dare test me
    They wanna arrest me cuz i'm causing a frenzy
    Fake gangsters come and fake gangsters go
    Real gangsters chill cuz real gangsters know
    That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low
    Cuz too much talk will get you beef on the street
    And brothers in the city have to live this way
    It may cause dismay but imma' tell it anyway
    Yo guns are easy to get and like a puppet
    Some young kid is gonna be the subject of internal oppression
    An example of hard times
    Cuz to make it out the trap in your mind it's a hard climb
    But even if you change and come right and exact
    There's another brother scheming so just watch your back
    I know a brother who thought he had it all
    But little did he know he was bound for a down fall
    He'd pick up the heater and go stick somebody
    He wouldn't give a damn if he killed somebody
    Cuz if somebody would get in the way of him getting loot
    There'd be no hesitation he'd just shoot
    It's like the good, the bad and the ugly
    Except it's reality and you don't see it on tv
    Brothers keep dying in the streets cuz the streets are designed
    To keep you from having peace of mind
    I know an old man, he's got a rifle to stifle
    Any young punk, he hides it under his bunk
    And i know a kid who's been to jail
    And he told me that the system had failed him
    So now he's out the joint and he's like flippin' on kids
    And the people in his neighborhood are flippin' their wigs
    But you gotta check the move cuz there's a reason
    A method to the madness and you know what i'm meaning
    Cuz rather than being the herb, vic, or chump
    You can be just like my man cold holding the pump
    But living like that you take a chance with your life
    But some things in life, sometimes will make you uptight
    I'm like an avalanche of knowledge pounding down all fools
    All fakes, all snakes
    And ones who try to break the rules and regulations
    Stipulations made by the gangstarr
    You try to flex muscle but you know you can't hang ha
    You're making me vexed but yeah you can go next
    Just remember the illest brother claims respect

    Chorus repeat

    Yo money don't front you know you blew your chance
    And now it's my turn so imma' take command
    Cuz i'm like the one who's got all the juice
    I always get loose i got the balls to reduce your crew
    Very easily i got more ammo
    I'm like the ill kid the psycho man yo
    Cuz now i'm past the point and i ain't gonna return
    And when it comes to your destruction i ain't really concerned
    About the consequences cuz i'm living day to day
    So who are you to comment about me and my ways.
    I get my attitude from living and i never forget
    You got to be the illest brother just to claim respect!

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