Brothers Feel Fly Lyrics by Dr. Dooom

Brothers Feel Fly Lyrics

    Yo, i bought that album man, it's wack man
    I'm tellin you, i don't like it
    I'ma be honest man
    Honest?
    I'm dead up, i'm serious
    Serious?
    I don't feel it man, the drums are too weak
    I don't feel the snares
    Coulda used a different type of sample
    You're wack man, yeah..

    Yo, that kid is wack, his father's wack
    His group is wack, that's word word black
    I'm 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
    I'm big jim, shut your mouth, call me jimmy steel
    Don't freestyle, chemical bank, y'all 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 i'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
    Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up
    Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties
    That's word bill, sell your house's mortgage off the hill
    I'm for real necks, payin crackers for my ampex
    Yeah!

    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

    You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets
    You get jerked, my master-charge-card's 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, y'all still broke
    Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin next to me
    I got versatile sawed-off shotgun wic checks with me
    Suckers i'm 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
    That's word lou, i'm in new york, i'm here to see you
    Cut back your weak tracks, and vomit on your vinyl wax
    I'm here, like gladiator, air-conditioned central
    You smokin embalmin fluid, elephants are mental
    I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash machine
    That's in the window me with bags, in the wells fargo
    Changin your incite, i'm high class, with appetite
    You no comp, for roast pigs, i delete
    Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
    Yeah!

    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

    I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights is out
    Y'all wanna step to phi b, big like the ? family
    Holdin your ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
    Touch up your young style delivery, don't appeal
    Follow through, instructions easy for your rap crew
    That's 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-rob's
    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

    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
    It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

    Yeah!
    Yeah.. styles.. retarded..
    Brothers feelin fly..

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