brompton bashin', car crashin', bong blastin' it's the alcohol abusin' white kid. with the mad vocalism, from the top of my lung shout outs and respect to the place i'm coming from. so here me run again, to the finish, no time for loosin', no for cruisin' ''cause a champion's got to on movin' like soul 2 soul, i'm to life for real still a mc with of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo to me it was a big step, from thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard" to pick up the mic and say what the i was born for free to the dom is the only thing I star for
die for, would cry for, but not spy for i still got the same of respect even for all you fly whores don't get me wrong, i really love your the only fukks i disrespect are in the music-business.
and if you me put your hands 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 em around like u just don't care
there the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4lyn i make it happen, i make them phoney rappers stop crap i let my do the freak and put brompton city on the map,yo! if a problem, i fix it, like p e and anthrax i "bring the noise" snd it on a black piece of wax give me a when you see me pass you by i'm not pretty fly for a white but for a i'm like the butt of a babe and well known for all the panic that i when i'm out on stage.
"trouble maker"," problem child" is what these mothers me and want to fight me but like spike lee i'm the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt i'm fukkin' daughters 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!!!!
u just don 't care
like u don 't care