Текст (слова) песни: Dr. Dooom - Brothers Feel Fly

Yo, I bought that album man, its wack man

Im tellin you, I dont like it

Ima be honest man

Honest?

Im dead up, Im serious

Serious?

I dont feel it man, the drums are too weak

I dont feel the snares

Coulda used a different type of sample

Youre wack man, yeah..

Yo, that kid is wack, his fathers wack

His group is wack, thats word word black

Im detrimental, I hop up on this instrumental

Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits

Burn you like teddy pendergrass, tap you on that ass

Im big jim, shut your mouth, call me jimmy steel

Dont freestyle, chemical bank, yall keep it real

On lollapalooza, their butts packed with german lugers

On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates

Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back

Some damage Im raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps

Lets get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up

Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties

Thats word bill, sell your houses mortgage off the hill

Im for real necks, payin crackers for my ampex

Yeah!

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets

You get jerked, my master-charge-cards doin work

Eight thousand grills, all these franklin heads, big head bills

You go head wrap balogna sandwich in yo backpack

School kids up no joke on record labels, yall still broke

Dont flex at me, whos this kid, standin next to me

I got versatile sawed-off shotgun wic checks with me

Suckers Im android, no time to feel paranoid

Blow out your face, pull your skull back, now give me space

My wig is ready, disguised, ridin on the subway

Baldhead on 42nd street, down on broadway

With tony lou, out of prison, my crew from rahway

Thats word lou, Im in new york, Im here to see you

Cut back your weak tracks, and vomit on your vinyl wax

Im here, like gladiator, air-conditioned central

You smokin embalmin fluid, elephants are mental

I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash machine

Thats in the window me with bags, in the wells fargo

Changin your incite, Im high class, with appetite

You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete

Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street

Yeah!

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights is out

Yall wanna step to phi b, big like the ? family

Holdin your ear, like you handicapped, you cant hear

Touch up your young style delivery, dont appeal

Follow through, instructions easy for your rap crew

Thats word, that kid you rapped, sound like booboo

Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin to rap on beat

I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound

Heather b, step to me, with your thin sound

Twist your knobs, your engineer, mixed like baskin-robs

You on the charts, with just enough to pop tarts

Publishin checks you signed off, you gets no respect

You gets to lease the benz, cryin loud with your wic check

No sale retail, deposit all direct sales

Yeah! check it

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

Yeah!

Yeah.. styles.. retarded..

Brothers feelin fly..

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Yo, that kid is wack, his fathers wack His group is wack, thats word word black Im detrimental, I hop up on this instrumental Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits Burn you like teddy pendergrass, tap you on that ass Im big jim, shut your mouth, call me jimmy steel Dont freestyle, chemical bank, yall keep it real On lollapalooza, their butts packed with german lugers On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back Some damage Im raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps Lets get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties Thats word bill, sell your houses mortgage off the hill Im for real necks, payin crackers for my ampex Yeah! Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets You get jerked, my master-charge-cards doin work Eight thousand grills, all these franklin heads, big head bills You go head wrap balogna sandwich in yo backpack School kids up no joke on record labels, yall still broke Dont flex at me, whos this kid, standin next to me I got versatile sawed-off shotgun wic checks with me Suckers Im android, no time to feel paranoid Blow out your face, pull your skull back, now give me space My wig is ready, disguised, ridin on the subway Baldhead on 42nd street, down on broadway With tony lou, out of prison, my crew from rahway Thats word lou, Im in new york, Im here to see you Cut back your weak tracks, and vomit on your vinyl wax Im here, like gladiator, air-conditioned central You smokin embalmin fluid, elephants are mental I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash machine Thats in the window me with bags, in the wells fargo Changin your incite, Im high class, with appetite You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street Yeah! Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights is out Yall wanna step to phi b, big like the ? family Holdin your ear, like you handicapped, you cant hear Touch up your young style delivery, dont appeal Follow through, instructions easy for your rap crew Thats word, that kid you rapped, sound like booboo Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin to rap on beat I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound Heather b, step to me, with your thin sound Twist your knobs, your engineer, mixed like baskin-robs You on the charts, with just enough to pop tarts Publishin checks you signed off, you gets no respect You gets to lease the benz, cryin loud with your wic check No sale retail, deposit all direct sales Yeah! check it Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) Its the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly) Yeah! Yeah.. styles.. retarded.. Brothers feelin fly.. Нравится песня? 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