Brothers On My Jock Lyrics - Singles - Epmd

[Featuring Redman] 

Chorus: Parrish Smith (from 'So What Cha Sayin') 

Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x) 

So what cha saying 

Verse One: Redman 

I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau 

Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder 

Boom did the bassline crank 

From being rated are from being top rank 

I'm hard like an erection 

Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections 

So I grab a pen and pad, I'm back 

to make a killer, similar to a backstab 

Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane 

If I'm booty, then I've been framed 

By an MC, who can't be the are-E-D 

Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy 

By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises 

Or ask for Mayday, Mayday 

For H-E-L-P, brothers tell me 

I'm electrifyin, similar to round three 

I don't brag and boast but smash and roast 

MC's wit degrees from here to the West Coast 

I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba 

Piece of membranes will smash like crackers 

Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town House 

None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse 

Kick, blackflip, semifull 

My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull 

I'm down wit the Squad, no more than four to five brothers 

Six or more, you seen got smothered 

By a fist of fury, next is the verdict 

Let's hear it from the jury 

Chorus 

Verse Two: PMD 

I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC 

Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of E-D 

Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick 

Master of disaster, no time for flicks 

Straight up be -boy, Real McCoy like Bruce Leroy 

Strap the bozack when I'm stabbin a skeezoid 

Gangsta rap, it's Daddy Mack wit a bozack 

Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack 

So swing low and lick up balls 

I'm like Scharzenegger, correcting shit in Total Re- 

call up E-D and the posse that's ten deep 

To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin MC 

So step off cause you gets no props 

So stick the fork in him, Redman (why) cause he's done 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Erick Sermon 

I'm E-D, I belong wit the A-Team 

A one man wreckin machine, by all means 

Necessary, I destroyed on contact 

No fear, of getting killed cause I'm strapped 

The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet 

to creep, on my crew so you don't sleep 

My mic is caffeine, similar to Maxwell 

Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well 

And you might get scared and spark a stove 

Cause I pack steel but Hold On like En Vogue 

My swiftness, I got a gift not for Christmas 

God bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a witness 

I'm fresh like a bag of Chips Ahoy 

No toy, I'm a hardcore be -boy 

Once again, I quote, I'm danger 

I smoked Smokey the Bear and killed the forest ranger 

Poof, the fire's out and I'm gone 

Peace to Mandela and Farrakhan 

Chorus 

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