Brooks:
Yo, we recording?
Dude: Yeah
Brooks: Ok. Hold on a minute.
Lemme stretch out.
B to the r to the o to the o to
the k to the s to the
B to the u to the f to the o to
the r to the d
Yeah, God straight fucked up when
he made me
Yeah go head buck up grab that
mic
Don't give a fuck if you scream
all night
You ain't no rapper, quit that
shit
Stick to surfboards, suck my dick
I came to clean house, punch and
roundhouse
Rhyme and run mouth, straight
from down south
That's why all of y'all punks got
dropped
I'll be the first to say, "Fuck
rap-rock!"
I'm pumpin' OutKast and Goodie
Mobb
What U know about La-Di-Da
Boogie Down and the history
How y'all came up a mystery
I've lived this hip-hop shit my
whole life
And it almost took my life
I die for this, bleed for this
You want this, I need this
Let the world go to hell, I'll
still fill notebooks
And I know just how that coke
cook
Couldn't come thru the front so I
came thru the back
With a band and a bottle of Jack
Dog, I ain't stupid, go ahead
let's freestyle
I'll be havin' you lookin' like a
shit pile
The ATL version of 8 Mile
With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle
Bangin' four or five ho's in the
back of a Rodeo
Driving down Rodeo
With a shot gun in my mind
MD 20/20 one more time
One more flow, one more show
One million hundred ninety-nine
to go
'Keep it real'. Naw, fuck that,
make money
And try to buy up the whole
country
Ain't afraid to die so punch me
Even rhyme with my head cut off
like a chicken, stickin' to my
dreams
Everything ain't what it seems
Come on dummy, run that game
Southern boy with a brain
You all slept didn't you
Whole bunch for me, none for you
I really hate to rub it in
But I got all my publishing,
that's right
But anyway bustin' on this mic
Better than smokin' on that pipe
Some they hate, some they like
Some they talk, some they bite
Monday morn' to Sunday night
Let's get this party started
right?
Wrong!
Break that bong, sing along
Do a line til the break o' dawn,
til the money gone
Back up that buck, it's mine
again
Hijacked a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line
again
And how bout five Kolonapin
And I start to grin and I start
to dance
I’m speakin’ in
tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowin' my whole goddamn
advance
And we ain't gonna stop 'til the
ambulance
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