Brothers From Brentwood L.i.

Verse one: erick sermon



Epmd fans stay focused, e's about to freak it

Hardcore, but not rough enough to bleep it

So relax and chill, get down with the brother

And like damon wayans, we're living in black colour

Sheik, the beats make em freak

A unique technique, with flavors like black sheep

You know my style's mad rugged, you love it

You never heard the funk before the e was discovered

I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic strangler

Funk arranger, e.d's danger

We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!*

Make you wanna scream like james brown so i can rock a town

I'm real swift, i bring light to a skip

I rock the party all night, the crowd chant my shit

I leave at sundown, walk away chillin

Cool, and keep mental like mike bivins

Then i find the hit squad, and stop buckwhylin

Chump, cause i'ma...



Verse two: parrish smith



Peace to the posse, yeah ok you got me

Another rap chumpie about to o.d.

Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene

You know the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam

Skins cool i mingle girls are simple

'i'll be gentle, i'll be very gentle'

Don't bug on my rap skill boy, because it's mental

Squaad is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck

No bluff, your neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff

Brentwood's my town home of beatdowns

Dress code is don't care so take a chill clown

Smallest place on the map we're bustin big caps

Where girlies troop tim boots and baseball caps

That's where i'm from chump, still buckwhylin

Bust it hobbes, cause i'ma



Verse three: erick sermon, parrish smith



Now it's time for me the e to rock it loco

No need to guess homeboy, you know my vocals

Gimme a break to stay focused on my tape

I'm more than great, i got the key to my state

I'm rough like brillo, i bust like a pistol

The b-boy form is nine mil or is til

The underground sound be pumped for the new jacks

Who loves you baby?  i'm not bo jackson, get the bozack



Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, check the format

Hardcore underground, just like amtrak

Word to herb got more steel than pittsburgh

So easy with the smart comments, or boy you get served

I'm cock-d keep you dancin like ali

Collect the dough you know and then i'm swayze

On the downlow, no profilin or buckwhylin

Bust it kid, cause i'ma


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