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letra de brothers feel fly - dr. dooom

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yo, i bought that alb-m 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 pendergr-ss, tap you on that -ss
i’m big jim, shut your mouth, call me jimmy steel
don’t freestyle, chemical bank, y’all keep it real
on lollapalooza, their b-tts 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 sp-ce
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 cl-ss, with appet-te
you no comp, for roast pigs, i delete
your style is neck bone, 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 b-ms out the project, elevator lights is out
y’all wanna step to phi b, big like the [unverified] 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 b–boo
stinky feet, with razor b-mps, 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 kn-bs, 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 r-t-rded
brothers feelin fly

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