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brompton city bashin', car crashin', blastin'
it's the alcohol abusin' white kid.
the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung
shout and respect to the place where i'm coming from.
so me run again, head to the finish,
no for loosin', no time for cruisin'
''cause a got to keep on movin'
like soul 2 soul, i'm back to for real still a mc
with lots of for my holy wheels of steele, yo
to me it was a big step,
from doin'boogaloo at the "barmbek-boulevard"
to pick up the mic and say what the fukk i was for
free to the dom is still the only I star for

would die for, cry for, but not spy for
i got the same type of respect even for all you fly whores
don't get me wrong, i love your bitchness
the fukks i disrespect are bitches in the music-business.

and if you feel me put your up ,(hands in da sky)
and if you me put em high,(put em high)...
push 4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and wave em around like u don't care

there goes the 1 - 2 - 3 -
i it happen, i make them phoney rappers stop their crap
i let my dogs do the and put brompton city on the map,yo!
if theres a problem, i fix it, p e and anthrax
i "bring the noise" snd it on a black piece of wax
give me a grin you see me pass you by
i'm not pretty fly for a but for a 4lyn-guy
i'm smooth the butt of a babe
and well known for all the that i create when i'm out on stage.

"trouble maker"," problem child" is what mothers title me
and daddies want to fight me but spike lee
i'm doin' the thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt
i'm fukkin' daughters in their butts and leave this chikks "rest in pussy"

so,what'cha me to do?
(wikked:)"Yo Braz, Do The Shit!"
right!!!!bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!!

like u just don 't

u just don 't care