show case, not Lexuses Brothers in Hummers following other friends in Benzesus Ya, that's cool, y'all doin' your thing But look what they did to that man Rodney King They beat
must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control, of the body and brain Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane It's just two bad brothers
vanished And the creation of Hell I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer fall But now my brothers are not brothers And we have come here where we
And, rock heart-beat showin YOU got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther
in the wall Another life Full of love That lost That's silly This Philly Y'all really ain't stoppin The boy with the pen Like Willie On top of the hall Pure soul
'em CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats This funky beat was made for the street
'Here comes the Heavster' And I know it makes you sick Pete Rock and CL Smooth's 'Mecca and the Soul Brother' LP Yeah, here we go, what? Funk, funk flow
boarding Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden Your mind is useless instinct takes control Jam to techno Groove to soul to soul You been arrested Now your being tested The beat
my nails Cheated with his brother, god damn, this bitch ill Probably the reason my nigger never left a will Things you never know, have mercy on his soul Big
soul, although I'm not black Pass the mic and I'm a spark it 'Cause I'm the hottest rapper on the market I used to shoot dice to the curb Peace to my brothers
days a different lesson I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression My son Joey still slow, my mom's got cancer in her throat My big brother sniffin
relay the story untold And if you're wondering why I got kids so big They weren't born from the body, they were born from the soul (De La Soul gives
muthafucka... (Buzz) There's the buzzer Audience how did that feel? THAT SHIT WAS WACK! Tell me about it Twiztid beat it (Man you beat it) Get the
beats you're bangin' out Jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud 'Cause brothers
, shakin' a big cup People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck" To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up A loud shot in the air, not rare A brother fell
to con Just black and back to go back and run Go to school and cool, not drool or pool Gotta soul and goal and cold and old jewel Upset the best, I met
, Big Daddy is shocked Yo Q, we back on the block Back Back on the block Back Back on the block Back, on the block, so we can rock With the soul, rhythm
's like a rush the way it comes to make the innocent run niggas brag abotu it and recapture the pain just to see a young brother getting snatched from