1.The Undaground Emperor
Yo, i'm the undaground emperor
My albums for every body on the planet
This is hip hop right here
Nyc, from outta shaolin, new york
We bring you, the undaground emperor, baby
Hold on, hold on
Duck for cover, deep from up under
It's the undaground emperor
Rugged style inventor
Shaolin representer
From gp the grain, recognize the name
Poppy da leavin niggas slang
No more procrastinating, i'm sick and tired of waitin
For my turn and burn, i gotta skip the line, i gotta go for mine
I'm only intact, with actual fact
Pop da brown gotta get his, now that shaolin's on the map
Cuz i was there in the trenches, rockin consequences
While cats was in their house brainstorming
Your family at the park, fillin under age performin
Stapleton held it down, parish through a swarmin
A gp affiliate, always kept it militant
Always known for bringin it, and thru the bullshit
I kept it lyrically fit, eager to spit
Kicked about four bars, left mc's scared and shit
They were either scared of the rhymes, or scared of the clique
If you was soft in '86, you was just another vict'
But then we fought with fists, but now with clips
No gladiators or regulators, we got the bloods and the crips
When the drug game died out, this game chips sprouted
It's sad how the black man is easily regarded
But i can't the world, i only change me
You see, i went from a nice to a lethal mc
What the fuck yo？ this is danger
Fuck y'all niggas is lookin at？
Ya niggas don't know, ya niggas better act like ya know
This is shaolin, stapleton right here
Poppy da killin this shit
Let it be known, exit the stone
When i die, burn me with two turntables and a microphone
That's all i ask for is an mc burial
I live to die rubble, muthafuck a medal
Or a 21 gun salute, it's really not needed
A product of the projects, consist to stay weeded
I told them i would do it, and if they chose not to believe it
Now they toke behind my back and label me conceited
And mad they can't do it like the undaground emperor
Takin mc's out since the 49 center
Takin mc's out way back in high school
Even took some mc's out on the block, callin the two
Rugged and raw, down to the core
Tappin ya jaw, now ya pickin ya self off the floor
Duck for cover, deep from up under
It's the undaground emperor
Rugged style inventor
Tossin mc's like dice, crushin em like ice
Fuck a freestyle, i'm chargin them niggas the full price
I spit the head banger, boogie wally, spittin dirt
I'm writin lyrics overtime, stay puttin it work
Dedicated like the sweat shop, fuck the next stop
I'm takin the express all the way to success
And when i get there, i'm blazin up a pound of cess
See i'mma die somethin, but it won't be stress
They ain't nuthin like livin it up, not given a fuck
90 cents away from a buck, that shit suck
Nickel and dimin, state to state rhymin
On the fucked up label that keeps that ass winin
That shits for the birds livin off bread and water
Half time is over, let's start the third quarter
So i can start the slaughter, put these mc's out of order
There life spendin is shorter
Word up, peace to that nigga smoke
Peace to the nigga su (stapleton, park hills)
Word is bond, peace to the nigga rae (west brighton, new
brighton)
Knowhatimean, peace to all them cats from stapletills
(jungle nills)
(the whole shao-lills, for reals, pop da brown, gettin down
For the muthafuckin crown, undaground emperor, five style
inventor)
On real deals, all my click, hold it down, around the streets
All day every day baby, only the big cats live
Only cats
2.Follow Me Up(Marley Marl Remix)
Yeah ＊cough cough cough＊ yeah
This is that muthafuckin undaground hip hop right here
Baby (smoke records muthafucker)
We got my man bon benzi right here
Blastin ya in the face (you dancin to a marley marl remix, you
know)
Brown hornet, yeah, uh follow me up
Oppose ya, never done, ghetto homies do this shit for fun
Serving mc's in a bun, only cowards hide behind a gun
You see more than half nypd is pussy
Half the kids i grew up with is pussy
Livin life close to edge, invited you to push me
I've have it up to here with these flimsy ass lyricists
Prime time exposure when there rap sound ridiculous
Somethin seem suspicious, the world full of lame ass bitches
With niggas to match, god fucked up the whole batch
It's time we start from scratch
To many people livin their life on full facts
Whether it's superstition or some twisted religion
It's safe to say we all agree the world's a prison
With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I prevail because i did it, he failed because he tried
It can't be denied, i keep my brain cells fried
If life's a journey, i'm enjoyin the ride
Ain't nuthin gonna stop pop from the top slot
You can throw up the road block or block the drop
I present the craftiness to slip thru it
Solid as a rock, but keep em flow like fluid
I make the hot music, you mad you can't do it
Over there lookin stupid, and dupe it
I'm smarter than you thought, that's why you came up short
I never took time to snort, i just held down fort
While them other cats fell off, i held on
When them other cats got weak, i got strong
See they only gave their word, i gave my word bond
To give a hundred percent, every time i perform
Chorus 2x： down low recka ＆ pop da brown hornet
Hip hop fanatic, time to bad it
I roll with the antenna to kill static
I leave your career shattered, color me bad-it
My rhymes is mobb deep, and every line is sumthin, we
Have it
I don't move like the wind, the wind moves likes me
You old school, i rhyme with technology
Modernly, surprisingly the best, i had to get that shit off my
chest
Spit rhymes like bullets, cock back one and pull it
Bring the pooper scooper, cuz shit these niggas is full of it
Ya album plaque, collect, ridiculous
Gp, indy, first album flop, know we gotta handle ones in this
business
What is this？ these ass niggas made the grain shitless
Ain't worth the hit list, only true gladiators pack the fitness
Like weights on a bar, fuck heat we can meet up on the streets
of spar
Niggas see space and wanna be a star
Get locked and turned to allah for protection
Slip up, can't avoid the lethal injection
Bon benz, pop da brown, gp connection
Who the hottest mc north side of the equator
Pop da brown hornet, stapleton gladiator
For certain i took time to put my work in
I bust thru your steel curtain, leave ya franchise mc hurtin
While he dependin on his gimmick,
I fall him off the line of scrimmage
Set it off, for you finish, tarnish ya image
You might as well call up the world guiness
Let them record who the illest
Bench warmers on the sideline catchin splinters
Critizin my shit but can't rap the lit
Get off my dick, go get an education
You picked the wrong occupation, stoppin about facin
March to a marley marl beat, you ain't got the lead
But you got to get the fuck away from me
Cuz i'm lethal and deadly, ya bastards ain't ready
Givin nightmares to freddy, while precedin the rock
Steady, lyrical cause an echo catastrophe
The undaground emperor, better known as your majesty
Once i start smackin and crackin, gold and platinum
They wanna throw a picture of me up in their manhattan
Gettin their life size poster
Hip hop's been good to me, like baseball's been good to sammy
sosa
Styles hotter than the virgin mary's chocha
All loyalty then the cosa nostra's, for real
Chorus
Hip hop fanatic
Brown hornet, bon benz, 99
Follow me up
'you dancin to a marley marl remix' ＊repeated over＊
Ah, follow me up
Follow, follow, follow me up son
Follow me up son, follow me up baby
3.One Shot Deal
Eh yo , yo, you got one shot, one shot
One at a time man, don't be floodin the mic
Word up, but you got to keep it real
Cuz bitch ass niggaz, hip-hop is on another level
And ain't havin it no more son
Aiyyo, yo, the next alliance of giants is now official
Fuck what you're doin and cover the main issue
Beats hypnotic to tranq' your whole project
Lay down the concept then we eat off the prospect
I see shit done shit, still remain the one with
The legit high-potent clean record
The undefeated, undisputed
Form an army, you included
We can do this shit to hip-hop music
I reign victorious, the audience, the eye witness
You can't fuck with the vocab-ulist
You stay frontin, stay rappin 'bout nuttin
You stay talkin 'bout always bustin
Your gat and how it's crack you be pumpin
Come on, tell me how that shit substantial
I take you out before you get the chance to
Feed these rap heads like hip-hop, bogus
To me your show, the stupid niggaz ain't notice
They're satisfied with the mediocre stroker
But once i get to bang it i bang it like it's supposed to
Intelligently, honesty and loyalty to my people
You're see through, that's how i peeped you
Tryin to get over on the goods
Camouflaged in black, tryin to blend in with the hoods
God damn, some people never change
We never stick together that's why shit remain the same
Do the knowledge but first go look the word up
Once i begin there's no time to get stuck
Uh, in position to make the right decisions
Not an amateur, you know i'm top rank in this division
Bring a knucklehead and watch me beat some sense in him
Brown hornet massage the brain like oxygen
Keep him conscious, pin-point the prognosis
Me and the mic is like high-powered explosives
First pisces, some say i'm fishy and shiesty
Don't like me？ get aired out like nikes
Rhymes, tightly, written ass spittin
Get an ass kickin for puttin yo' hands on my kitten
Set trippin, it's gettin hot in the kitchen
If not, stop bitchin, i lock it down like prison
The jail system, get bail but still sentenced
This hell i live in, killin each other for position
Crackhead christians, black man listen
You don't want no beef, you ain't ready for the lickin
I go deep before i make a move, i be thinkin
Chess playin, cess blazin, i'm amazin
Like four wheels i'm skatin, chasin for the paper
Scared niggaz pullin capers
Stop who？ you bit off more than you could chew
Sayin what you gon' do, plot hits on crew
But it ain't nuttin new, niggaz been hatin since day one
Games i never played none, source like a1
You play dumb, i could tell a pussy when i see one
They talk, but when it comes to drama they walk
Lookin for support, all by yourself gettin caught
The time's runnin short and i'm comin with force
Shut down the fort, evacuate the premises
I'ma be the last man standin but the first one who finishes
The genesis, the new beginnin, it starts now
I spark crowds with a mean bite, and i bark loud
T.m.f. arch style, hittin 'em up
Splittin 'em up, you ain't gettin up
You ain't got no style, you ain't sick enough
You niggaz move too slow, you ain't quick enough
I switch it up, a mad scientist in a lab, mixin up
So when my shit drop, you better pick it up
And if your shit's not hot, you better fix it up
Cuz i'm rollin with my team and there's no clickin up
You ain't big enough to touch, we build
The truth is now finally revealed and it's no longer concealed
Oh my god, yo no one shot, i gave y'all niggaz one shot
And y'all wanna kill shit man, come on now
To all y'all brothers out there, competitors
To these brothers right here, opponents
Come on, y'all gotta take it up another level, man
Cuz hip-hop is now on a new level and a new plain
Shaolin, kid, t.m.f., gp, pop da brown hornet
No smiles, tariff, what？ that's right, 27 warrant squad
Yo, yo, it's like, what？ black posse, paris crew
Ya niggas don't know man, shaolin history
Staten island, standing grounds...
4.Endangered Species
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.
Nigga atp, smoke records
Brown hornet, bout to spice you in the head
Hip hop
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
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
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
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
5.Wantz ＆ Needs
Yeah they be tellin me
They be tellin me they want it all
They want rings, they want cars
Warrants, lease, cover a lot of area
Homes, they want loans, loot, gear, sneakers
For they feet, all that, all the time
My cats, my brothers, my womens
Taboo who？
I got a question for you
Thanks for covering my warrants
What you want hah？ the mack rubbin ya back？
Or that cat, who keep runnin off with the track
What you want bub？ all night sexin？
Or to keep smacked for that chump adolescence
I can only ask, you gotta answer question
What you want？ i could copy, hope you get it
But you have to be willin to reach deep down inside
Make it pop girlfriend, we searchin for the props
What you want？ a nice long foot massage
With a lex and a range in your two car garage
You want satisfaction, to say climaxin
Want your man buyin you new shit, without you askin
What you want？ new cd for your dvd
Blaze with the wide screen tv
You want a dreamcast with a million in stash
House full of ass, bone mix with hash and green
She told me 'pop, i want a ring on my finger
Get fucked by a rapper, make love to an r＆b singer
I want a fat one, slap it on my hot tummy
And after that i want some non stop action'
Boo, pardon me girl for askin
I can tell you like it, no fashion, ass taxin
Flirtin with me, you gon get it
Suckas pull out backs quit, wantin to hit it
Chorus 2x：
What you want hah？
Tell me is really worth havin？
Or do you want it solely for the purpose of braggin
What you want？
Every time we pushin weeded, is it love or lust？
Come on, you can tell me, it's just between us
What you want？ win a prize for a real, free hemwa
The weed start actin funny, i bet i'll meet you on your old
block
What you want？ constant cash flow
Digital balls, so you can record, what you want？
A record label that's willin and able
To put your product in stores and have you featured in cable
You wanna be able to fuck without condoms
And live the rest of your life with not problems
What you want？ a whole lot of this, a whole of that
And once you get it, you don't know how to act
What you want？ new whip with millennium kit
New kitty cat, laced with the vice grip
What you want？ the forestry green or chocolately brown
Half, half, make a pound, let's smoke me choke
What you want？ a rolly with the blue face
You want the judge to throw out your case
I know what you want, some bunge you never had any
Chick everyday to come check you at your pageant
Want all beautiful things life has to offer
Cuz if you do, it'll cost ya
So be careful what you want, cuz you just might get it
No remorse, no regrets, handle it, i'm ready
Chorus 3x
Atl, north carolina, cali
Florida, smoke records, texas, phantom
Ohio, brown bomber, nyc, new jersey, shaolin
Delaware, japan, africa, park hills, staple-tills
West brighton, europe, new brighton, all that shit
Jungle nills, undaground emperor, do you want it
Tell me is it love or lust
6.I'm Soooo...
Earth shatterin', there's no comparison
Your style embarrassing, stiffer than a mannequin
As for me, i keep the crowd ecstatic
Like they on the mess static, we train keep them blasted
They like that black bastard's a classic
Hip hop fans, i keep them pumped, like they on ameno acid
Charged like a bull, you push while i got pulled
I'm pop da brown bomber, who the fuck are you？
Nobody worth acknowledgin, that's why you stay anonymous
I stay in the spotlight, they declare i'm marvelous
Who am i to disagree, please them sexually
Love them mentally, he was meant to be
(when you gettin on？) eventually
Rappers from the 90's, they don't have nothing for me
Always talkin 'bout killin shit, how they do game
Comin m.c.'in, they ain't said a damn thing
Push them to the rear, somewhere near the exit
Grab the microphone, and then i kill it on some next shit
Make the homeless, crippled, anorexic
Wanna get butt naked in the club to my record
Chorus：
(i'm soooo...) anxious
(i'm soooo...) borough
Brown bomber is (soooo...)
Brother number one from out the fifth borough (baby)
I'm steppin hotter this year, drape in new wear
If you feel like i feel, throw your hands in the air
Even better let me hear you go wu
Aight, now i know everything cool
It's the undaground emperor, so flippin on your crew
I'm over here, i'm with you lookin like a fool
What you want me to do？ (i want to go out at them)
Is you crazy, is your brain gettin no oxygen
Has poppin 'em from shaolin, i don't mean to sound cowardly
I have no plans, i'm leavin him and his entourage alone
(all right, you then you gets none when you get home)
Come on playboy, don't even get grease
Came to have fun, we leave in one piece
With all your teeth, leave with no lingerin beef
Don't listen to her, her life is a blood
This is hip hop, we don't want no violence to a club
He had the heat a missin, like john forte
How grand puba 80's biggas don't play
We don't promote guns, rather promote buns
But if you cross my line, i'll just use my mind
I can't create, but can control the rhymes
So if i come for you career, please don't beg for mercy
One verse will be more deadly than your whole lp
Chorus
I took time off, now they came on
Didn't think i'd get mine, i proved them all wrong
Lyrics to caught on, my voice is too strong
Fuck a freestyle, ma, i kill them in a song
I want there whole career, this is my year
Roll a blunt, crack a beer, i'm makin love to your ear
For sure, for sure, the mack is back
Without the platinum plaque, sippin on gnac
Puffin on the bat, thinkin that's a brat
Pop da brown bomber, hittin harder than lp's
Shatterin bombs, melt microphones
Rather alto, soprano, tenor or baritone
Forfeit, quit, the emperor has his own
The way things look i won't be overthrown
Anytime in the immediate future, i'll execute ya
It's the party booster, who's come ta
Raise the roof, a hundred percent proof
I'm about to get busy, leave the game dizzy
This a small dose, a' fuck up ya whole focus
It's been a while, since you heard a mc this ferocious
Here to bust ya bubble, ya ass is in trouble
Not even bryant gumble will find you under the rubble
Have you curled up, somewhere wantin to cuddle
Stuck like you just smoked a whole bundle
Askin yourself, 'what the fuck has the world come to？'
Pop da brown, plus i rock non-stop, instrumental
Chorus 2x
7.Follow Me Up
I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere
My news and sweet, nothing's in ya ear
I treat them like they outta be treated
Like they want their cutty licked
They better get their girlfriend to come eat it
I don't tongue-twa, i rock nonstop
Hip hop got me locked, competition get props
The bar, you can front it, got rhymes by the hundred
New york city creepin it, delightedly blunted
I love to stay high, pop pass the la
Nigga caught a black eye for tellin the white lie
Don't even try or you just might die for real
All ya ally cat niggas gotta fry
Makin it hard for me and my squad
Doin shit i can't disregard, my nigga just got scarred for life
Do ya thing, be the men, be mice
Hiddin behind mics, with lyrics that sound nice
Softer than a milk shake, whole image is fake
I use they ass for bait, throw them in a lake
Let the crab snap em, my enemies clap 'em
Some bring lips abyss i feel it's ('time for some action!'-
b-real)
Like a flick, loaded with guns
Better yet like a chick, who posses big buns
I stay screamin on duns, shinin with my sons
Runnin up in lady, bangin them like tums
Chorus： pop da brown hornet (down low recka)
You know you wanna ride with us (no doubt)
Take note before we bust (we pullin out)
Follow me up son (follow me up son) follow me up
(follow me up)
Follow, follow, follow me up son
Let me tell ya somethin, don't fall for the foolery
Hip hop ain't live like it used it be, one step from the eulogy
The future looks promisin though, got team reunited
And god risin, gp's set to blow
The pyramid complete, been done, i'ma start barkin on ya tricks
for fun
Ya currency holdin, this is in ya pockets swollen
Lookin dead into the light, and can't see where ya goin
Pull it reversal, you better stop beatin hip hop before it hurts
you
These laws is universal
From my home to your home, from cairo to rome
I'm here to the twilight zone, the facts roam
I remember when i used to sit back, smokin a bone
Wonderin if i'mma blaze hip hop before it's gone
Brothers is bustin at rap with macks like drome
Niggas livin in glass labs, throwin stones
I'm walkin over light shine on, my back to it
Eyes peeled, so i can see when i go thru it
Y'all hoes ain't all about nothin
Cuz you don't fear, don't say shit and just keep doin it
Chorus
You just above average, i'm superstar status
Microphone savage, devour the baddest
Ghetto fabulous, in hip hop madness
Before i'm done with this, i'll be sittin on mad cabbage
At times i'm on the low, at times i'm in ya face
Occupy the time slot, you occupy space
You gettin outta line boy, stay in your place
The wifey in my kitchen, beggin me to taste
The way she chef it up, should i toss that ass up？
You treat her like a queen, pop treat her like a slut
It's all about a nut, cuz love don't give a fuck
Finger in the butt, she know to keep her mouth shut
Check it, let me proceed i'm trippin off weed
A lot of cats are trippin off jealously and greed
Can't make it on the else, so they sit around and plot
Five hundred in they pot, so case around from rot
There's a thin line between failure and success
It's like we uptown, know i always got it fresh
Head throbbin g, and off like a bank robber
Meditate, get up, run thru the potter
Only cuz i gotta, i take mc's out
You thought i was a shark, cut, took the wrong route
Now you assed out nowhere to be found
Fuckin with pop da brown, baby
Chorus
8.Hold Ground
This is the part, we shake the charts
And rock the people
Shake the ground
Brakes ya self for the one two punch
I hit ya so hard, i make ya cough up ya lungs
You should of never tried to confront this
Top notch lyricist, with that foolishness
I come with the uncontrollable, untamable
Sometimes i'm feeling just like a wild animal
Seek and destroy any fake b-boy
Let him say what he gotta say, and then rap his ass away
I do things the old fashion
You can come high tech, my shit still stays smashin
And overwhelmin, ever since i came out, ya click start rebellin
Word up, see, they taste the truth and the juice
The joints grain produce
Keep girlies, movin in they hip hop boots
Rap extraordinaire, who keepin shit tighter than mics
Not just hooks and uppercuts, i bring it straight down the pipe
Thru the unpredictable, be ya shit and critical
I predict pain inflicted or mr. pitiful
So get em diced to the high roller
Get a call and send my seed to the microphone controller
Watch me do damage, bring ya favorite mc
I take advantage, and pin his ass straight to the canvas
I want it all, even though i can't have it
I guess that makes me an addict, who can't kick the habitat
Hip hop keep me on high, i love it
I gotta confess, spark the lah
Chorus： delouie avant jr.
Hold ground, to my people in the street
Hold ground
Hold ground, cuz shit is gettin deep
Hold ground
Hold ground, while i take you to on another level
Moves are made without the devil
How can i get to you, should i fly like r. kelly
Put it in ya mouth like akinyele
I can't provoke it, when i contemplate
Wait for souls, and read these scrolls that i make
Say and word to gets me, every day demons want to get me
Can't stop what they can't see, when i glide like a frisbee
Movin thru ya window like a breeze
Bank accounts, needed over seas, so i can gravel as i please
Total shutdown, total failure
Freeze that thought, let it run thru ya mind for dead mc's
Can you make it to 2 g's
Watch ya soul, because everybody bleeds
And that's real, don't force it
See even on a sunny side it's shady, the hold grounds shaking
I'm gettin like an arch rival, they think i'm after they title
Fuck it, think they keep it, i'm still gonna freak it
Explode like a firework, and make the party jerk
So my man can get his dick up out the dirt
It's all about a good time, that's why i like the rhyme nasty
Get an oil massage and fuck till i'm ashy
Thought he had me beat, just because he passed me
I'm too crafty, quick to say ya like to keep it shafty
In and out the cut, in and out the butt, what？
I don't give a fuck, you can bring it if you wanna
I'm already backed up in the corner
Had's about enough and i can't stands it no longer
Watered down mc's, i'm applyin the freeze
How the fuck ya gonna live in sub zero degrees
You know, you know
How you gonna survive？, come on, how you gonna survive？
Chorus 2x
This is the part, we shake the charts
And rock the people
This is the part, we shake the charts
And rock the people
This is the, this is
This is, this is
This is, this is the
Can't stop, can't stop
Can't stop
Hold ground
This is the part, hold ground
This is the, hold ground
To my people in the street hold ground
Shake the ground
Hold ground, cuz shit is gettin deep
Hold ground
Shake the ground
This is the part
This is the part, we
9.Sun Neva Chill
Oh shit, it's the phantom baby
With the brown bomber, baby
Smoke records, muthafucka
Mca, 2000, uh-huh
It's only pop and i'm hangin mc's like a stockin
Leavin them no option, throwin the towel
Or gettin they face boxed in
No time for b.s.'in, second guessin, all that's outta the
question
I'm here to terrorize, make rappers apologize
I refuse to lose, i'm beat, battered and bruised
Now that i'm on, fuck payin dudes
Fuck all of youse, i'm bad news to goody two shoes
Who be finger snappin and toe tappin
I'm that kid that keep it crackin, cuz i'm what's happenin
I love this game with a passion, stop askin
How do you like me now, that i'm the last one laughin
Hole fucked up, puffin on alaskan
Hundred miles an hour, eyes closed, without crashin
Constantly, i gotta flip they wig
For i'm the kid, that got the state pumpin in they trips
Cd, cassette, car, jeep, chopper or plane
Girls screamin my name, it's all part of the game
No sloppy copies, it's ya black poppy
Rollin in between the sheets, been missin for weeks
Chorus 2x：
The sun neva chill, i melt down ya ice grill
Cats be coolin down, i neva had, i neva will
I refuse to stop, look around the rock
That's why no one can do it quite like mc pop
Ladies and gentlemen, feel the adrenaline rush
Two triple oh, from poor to plush
Started workin out, i went from gut to cuts
Now when they see me it be 'ooh' and 'ahh'
Before they used to call me a wanna be rap star
Now they tellin stories on how we used to hang
And how they encouraged me to keep doing my thing
Funny how non believers, wanna take the credit
They so pathetic, but me don't sweat it
I stay focus, they hocus pocus
Disappear in the struggle, reappear when ya bubble
Where was you in my time of need
Now you smell success, you stick around like creed
To smoke up all the weed, ya drink up all the guinness
Don't wanna leave until everything finish
Same muthafucka who curse ya name
Be the same muthafucka who soft you for ya gleam
Then tell me, 'don't complain, it's part of the game'
Chorus 2x
Brown bomber, kid dynamite
What you want？ house squad, i'm here to clean out the pipe
Here to make it right, make sure the rhymes keep flowin
Minds stay blowin, my jobs are constantly showin
How to do that deal like the all i seeyin
Rappers get scared, they start caller i.d.'ing
Afraid to get the message there career's been terminated
And pop da brown has officially graduated
Into the ranks of top contention
And while i'm here i have to give mention
To my mom, my dad, they knew the time
Other leaders get the dick, your world was mine
Stripped of ya shine, know you just as bright as a bird
Haven't you heard, heard, heard
Chorus 2x
Aiyo
Stapleton, park hills
New brighton, west brighton, jungle nills
Aiyo, peace to the rock
Word is bond, manhattan, queens, the bronx
For real, for sure, uptown, 2 thous
I melt down ya ice grill, neva had neva will
That's why no one can do it quite like mc pop
10.No More Mr. Nice Guy
Aiyo, got ya muthafucka seein stars
(brown hornet, pop)
Blastin muthafuckas out the muthafuckin box
(out the box)
Shake rattle ＆ roll, ratters than ya peasants ya peasants
Form a line, while i'm handin out presents
Stiff jabs or stiff kicks, for a nigga
Big back with stiff dick, for my bitches
Burn like a cancer stick, free loaded spit
Them cops that killed diallo, they can suck my dick
41 shots, enough lead to take a city exam
Or ain't that one man with the nypd
Who need the ku klux klan
I ain't runnin or hiddin, like 2pac i'm riddin and dyin
New york, new york, it's where brothers are sport
Make it to the playoffs, don't get happy get ya head blown off
We got dick for nuts, puttin fingers on red buttons
Ready to launch, tellin us, turnin ya arms
Hell no baby, ya devils must be crazy
Out of ya mind, i'm holdin on to my nine
Chorus： smoke (pop da brown hornet)
No more mr. nice guy (no more mr. nice guy)
No more mr. nice guy (no more mr. nice guy)
No more mr. nice guy (no more mr. nice guy)
No more mr. mr. mr. mr. mr. mr.
You hold every sentimental
As for me, i lost my feelings somewhere inside the temple
Where they got throat cutters and back stabbers
A life is lost right in front of your eyes, nothing really
matters
You just go on living, projects is like prison
We got fags and dikes, razor blades and knifes
Homo thugs, and all type of drugs
Addicts, snitches, bitches, holdin ya pictures
With nothin on but a thong
Fuck me, leave at night, for a trailer visit, fuck you in the
morn
Bad boys, we killin toys, they muffle and noise
Never lose they boys, they just keep on squeezin
Bodies drop for no reason, kill you for breathin
Rumble till we even, or till one of us die
Eye for an eye, yo it's no more mr. nice guy
Heads gotta fly, we 'em up, let 'em hang dry
Choke 'em till they pass out, wake up in ya briefs
Playin for keeps, yo fuck you and your peeps
Never had it good, my last album went wood
Bought my words when you hear this, i'm movin out the hood
Takin no prisoners, no eye witnesses, if ya sensitive
Back up, you want no part of this
Ghetto bastard, who never got his ass kicked
I just stay kickin ass, got the mic and the smash
Step up, feel the blast from the brown bomber
You don't really want drama, quick to start shit
But then go runnin to ya mama 'dial 911
Brown hornet on the new cent, he fuckin with my son'
Bitch tell that piece of shit to finish what he started
With this cold hearted, half retarded, hip hop artist
Weak rapper, told ya lame ass not to cry
But you gotta fry fuckin wit no more mr. nice guy
Chorus
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, this smoke right here
The new millennium, ain't no more mr. nice guy
That's right, that's right
When you see us in the club, there's no more mr. nice guy
When you see us in the streets, no more mr. nice guy
That's right, baby pop, brown hornet baby
Smoke records, rns productions, ain't no more mr. nice guy
We're not playin, it's not a game
11.Stand Up
What's goin on world？
It's pop da brown hornet
Chillin wit black, blackstreet, chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother of mine, poo johnson
My love baby, this for you
A childhood friend of mine, was shot to death
I visioned his body, fo' they lay him to rest
The autopsy showed he was hit in the head, in the chest
Weakened the strip, straight thru his flesh
Whoever responsible will see the judge
I hold no grudge, i fight evil with love
I hear no evil, and i see non either
Comin from believin the creator
As a juvenile, i would often sit and wonder
Starin out the window at the lightning and thunder
Will they better days for mom dukes and me, at birth
She wrapped up her dreams and gave them to me
Genetically, i could feel the energy
Pullin me towards my destiny, it was meant to be
Eventually, it'll all pay off
If you want it bad enough, you gotta give what it costs
Chorus： chauncey hannibal
Every woman, every man
To spread the news across the land
Stand up, stand up, stand up
Everybody, there has to be a better plan
Stand up, stand up, stand up
Nothin in life for free, not even death
Can know and at em, cut out to be the best
With we form mistakes, no one was born perfect
Be careful who you love, because they might no deserve
The knowledge that i drop, pure enough to worship
As for pop the individual, i'm just a mere mortal
I'm trying to make it out of poverty
Buy some property, build for the family
Establish and establishment
Put the proceeds i receive from entertainment
All i want is love-love, so i can retire the all black knockout
glove
And just touch you in the mental, reach the next level
Weed out the devil, assemble the puzzle
Blow up a 8x10 so you can see the big picture
Take care of self, we can all get richer
Chorus
Yo, any day could be our last, a world full of psychopaths
Learn ya math, or you just might crash
How to reality and into insanity
In this cold world we can't even trust family
Nowhere to turn when you stuck in between a
Concrete jungle and a pack of hyenas
Scavenger huntin, ain't no time for frontin
Brothers in the street with nothin
Always tryin to take somethin from somebody
They usually pray on the week,
Sacrifice a life cuz somehow they gotta eat
No regrets when actin out threats
It's a different world when growin up inside the projects
Outsiders get hawked by night riders
You bound to get game in a world full of liars
You gotta stand firm on shaky grounds
Yo chauncey, break it down for da brown
Chorus 3x
12.Black On Black Crime
Yeah, yeah
Gon' keep that spectacular, free shit
Knowhatimean？
Put a condom in ya ear, i'm bout to make love to it
I'm not sure, no more, constant war
What's it all for？ everybody out here poor
Niggas cuttin throat, got crack heads sellin soap
Little shorties down the block, pushin dope and coke
Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to
Oh i see he got you, exactly where he wants you
In the projects, doin fucked up things
Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family fiends
If it ain't one thing, it's bound to be another
Peace to all three time felons, word to mother
Niggas gettin hit with outrageous bids
While the next man in the world raisin ya kid
Now what you gon do, it's all up to you
Be your own man, or run behind your crew
If you get bag, don't expect no help
In the street life, everybody roll for delf
Chorus 2x：
Black on black crime, you know it gotta stop
It's time that my peeps, we start reachin for the top
The only way we gonna get there, is together
Let's start the revolution, you know i'm for whatever
If i had one wish, every black man would be rich
Own they own property, have they tailor made shit
In peacefully, in luxury, comfortably
Every memory, would be a butter milk fantasy
We enjoy the great outdoor, fuck war
Everyday live, would be like a paid rapper on tour
Without the problems, we don't really need them
Every wiz would be a dime, every nigga be handsome
The only drug would be jarweed, with a little bonbon jee
That's all a black man need
Money would be somethin that we burn in the fire
While livin in alaska, with ya midnight desire
Sippin on dacarri, happily, enjoyin the scenery
Snow fall, natural like a girl's virginity
Every time be like the first time
Somethin like the last time
Remindin you of your past time
When things bob you wasn't that great
Robbin niggas for waste, up ya childhood upstate
Couldn't escape, the gun slingin, flower bringin
Under the buildin, callin yourself kingpinnin'
Chorus 2x
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