[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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Earth shatterin', there's no comparison
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Your style embarrassing, stiffer than a mannequin
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As for me, I keep the crowd ecstatic
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Like they on the mess static, we train keep them blasted
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They like that black bastard's a classic
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Hip hop fans, I keep them pumped, like they on ameno acid
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Charged like a bull, you push while I got pulled
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I'm Pop Da Brown Bomber, who the fuck are you?
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Nobody worth acknowledgin, that's why you stay anonymous
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I stay in the spotlight, they declare I'm marvelous
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Who am I to disagree, please them sexually
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Love them mentally, he was meant to be
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(When you gettin on?) Eventually
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Rappers from the 90's, they don't have nothing for me
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Always talkin 'bout killin shit, how they do game
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Comin M.C.'in, they ain't said a damn thing
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Push them to the rear, somewhere near the exit
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Grab the microphone, and then I kill it on some next shit
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Make the homeless, crippled, anorexic
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Wanna get butt naked in the club to my record
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Chorus:
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(I'm Soooo...) Anxious
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(I'm Soooo...) Borough
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Brown Bomber is (Soooo...)
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Brother number one from out the fifth borough (baby)
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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I'm steppin hotter this year, drape in new wear
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If you feel like I feel, throw your hands in the air
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Even better let me hear you go Wu
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Aight, now I know everything cool
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It's the Undaground Emperor, so flippin on your crew
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I'm over here, I'm with you lookin like a fool
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What you want me to do? (I want to go out at them)
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Is you crazy, is your brain gettin no oxygen
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Has poppin 'em from Shaolin, I don't mean to sound cowardly
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I have no plans, I'm leavin him and his entourage alone
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(All right, you then you gets none when you get home)
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Come on playboy, don't even get grease
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Came to have fun, we leave in one piece
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With all your teeth, leave with no lingerin beef
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Don't listen to her, her life is a blood
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This is hip hop, we don't want no violence to a club
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He had the heat a missin, like John Forte
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How Grand Puba 80's biggas don't play
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We don't promote guns, rather promote buns
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But if you cross my line, I'll just use my mind
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I can't create, but can control the rhymes
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So If I come for you career, please don't beg for mercy
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One verse will be more deadly than your whole LP
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Chorus
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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I took time off, now they came on
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Didn't think I'd get mine, I proved them all wrong
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Lyrics to caught on, my voice is too strong
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Fuck a freestyle, ma, I kill them in a song
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I want there whole career, this is my year
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Roll a blunt, crack a beer, I'm makin love to your ear
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For sure, for sure, the Mack is back
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Without the platinum plaque, sippin on gnac
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Puffin on the bat, thinkin that's a brat
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Pop Da Brown Bomber, hittin harder than LP's
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Shatterin bombs, melt microphones
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Rather alto, soprano, tenor or baritone
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Forfeit, quit, the emperor has his own
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The way things look I won't be overthrown
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Anytime in the immediate future, I'll execute ya
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It's the party booster, who's come ta
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Raise the roof, a hundred percent proof
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I'm about to get busy, leave the game dizzy
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This a small dose, a' fuck up ya whole focus
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It's been a while, since you heard a MC this ferocious
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Here to bust ya bubble, ya ass is in trouble
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Not even Bryant Gumble will find you under the rubble
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Have you curled up, somewhere wantin to cuddle
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Stuck like you just smoked a whole bundle
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Askin yourself, "What the fuck has the world come to?"
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Pop Da Brown, plus I rock non-stop, instrumental
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Chorus 2X
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I'm Soooo...
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| Pop Da Brown Hornet |
