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letra de nothing in particular - the brotherhood

[chorus, sampled]
face the storm and bring it on!
face the storm and bring it on!
face the storm and bring it on!

flame on!

[verse 1: shylock]
we burn mikes like a toxin
snipes and hoods are rocking
docking fist-to-fist
don’t take the risk with the misters
we give ear drums blisters
and twist your [?] shadowboxing
[?]
ignite the night ‘cos we be crazy like the [?]
culture ultravoxing
we smoke the peace pipe
with brares who’d snap your face with [?]
so stop adopting the stush att-tude
that’s criss like eubanks
you couldn’t even beat us
not even with two tanks
i’m bigger than you, thanks
you couldn’t identify us
why? (why?! why?!)
tell them that it’s brotherhood flavour (why?! why?!)
‘cos we kick it like this…

[verse 2: mr spyce]
oh my lord, it is the quick-fire specialist
blowing up tracks like i was a biochemist
watch us smash this, watch us do this
we’re going to make our lyrics make you swing to the groove, kid
abracadabra when we flex [?] stagger
[?]

[verse 3: shylock]
so, watch the horror
fl!ck
and pick up your dic
tionary
and try to deflect the direct commentary
sh-t gets scary
i’m silencing the lambs, even the little one with mary
i’m quite contrary when i burn it cold blooded
a bush flaming, never taming, never been hunted
incognito
pyro-psycho
two parts semtex vex one with nitro
and yes i might go live like minugs
ooh, make ’em ‘aah’ when i’m cunning with my lingus

[verse 4: my spyce]
ooh, ahh, by the eric cantona
i’m on-ball, i’m on point
with my crew i smoke a joint
’nuff said, on the head check the dread
i make like a preachy rapper sermon when your -rs- is dead
now watch a string vest bandit slam sh-t
making more money than a motherf-cking clampett
torturing your brain, irritating like a migraine
f-ckery in a fight, doing sh-t just for spite
[?] i come fi smite
so keep your b-tt in the light
i’m born in the gutter
strictly out for bread and b-tter
x marks the spot, so i dig till i drop

[verse 5: shylock]
drop, drop, drop the dead donkey
we be breaking fake mcs
for example
we trample
and pull apart
upstarts
ride ’em like carts
and burn that -rs- like a fart
raped, pillaged
subsequently b-gg-red
lock ’em in the cupboard with the bones of mrs hubbard
you give me lip, you give me [?] are never learning
ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
it ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
it ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
it ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
it ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
it ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)
it ain’t nothing in particular
(burn, baby, burn)

[chorus, sampled]
face the storm and bring it on!
face the storm and bring it on!
face the storm and bring it on!

- the brotherhood

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