Brothers Feel Fly Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Yo, I bought that album 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 Pendergrass, tap you on that ass 

I'm Big Jim, shut your mouth, call me Jimmy Steel 

Don't freestyle, Chemical Bank, y'all keep it real 

On Lollapalooza, their butts 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 space 

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 class, with appetite 

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 bums 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 BooBoo 

Stinky feet, with razor bumps, 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 knobs, 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 retarded 

Brothers feelin fly