brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong it's the alcohol abusin' white kid. the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung shout outs and respect to the where i'm coming from. so me run again, head to the finish, no for loosin', no time for cruisin' ''cause a got to keep on movin' like soul 2 soul, i'm back to life for real a mc with lots of for my holy wheels of steele, yo to me it was a big step, from thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard" to up the mic and say what the fukk i was born for free to the dom is still the only thing I for
die for, would cry for, but not spy for i got the same type of respect even for all you fly whores don't get me wrong, i love your bitchness the only i disrespect are bitches in the music-business.
and if you feel me put your 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 around like u just don't
there goes the 1 - 2 - 3 - i it happen, i make them phoney rappers stop their crap i let my dogs do the freak and put brompton on the map,yo! if theres a problem, i fix it, like p e and i "bring the noise" snd it on a black piece of wax give me a grin you see me pass you by i'm not pretty fly for a white but for a i'm smooth like the butt of a and well known for all the that i create when i'm out on stage.
"trouble maker"," problem child" is what these mothers me and daddies want to fight me but spike lee i'm doin' the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm a blunt i'm fukkin' them in their butts and leave this chikks "rest in pussy"
so,what'cha me to do? (wikked:)"Yo Braz, Do The Shit!" right!!!!bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!!
like u just don 't
u just don 't care