Brothers From Brentwood L.I.

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    EPMD fans stay focused, E's about to freak it
    Hardcore, but not rough enough to bleep it
    So relax and chill, get down with the brother
    And like Damon Wayans, we're Living in black Colour
    Sheik, the beats make em freak
    A unique technique, with flavors like Black Sheep
    You know my style's mad rugged, you love it
    You never heard the funk before the E was discovered
    I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic strangler
    Funk arranger, E.D's danger
    We make the sounds that make you *owwwww!*
    Make you wanna scream like James Brown so I can rock a town
    I'm real swift, I bring light to a skip
    I rock the party all night, the crowd chant my shit
    I leave at sundown, walk away chillin
    Cool, and Keep Mental like Mike Bivins
    Then I find the Hit Squad, and stop buckwhylin
    Chump, cause I'ma...

    [Verse Two: Parrish Smith]

    Peace to the posse, yeah OK you got me
    Another rap chumpie about to O.D.
    Beat fanatic fiend from the hard scene
    You know the kid in the Benz s-O with the fog beam
    Skins cool I mingle girls are simple
    'I'll be gentle, I'll be very gentle'
    DOn't bug on my rap skill boy, because it's mental
    Squaad is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck
    No bluff, your neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff
    Brentwood's my town home of beatdowns
    Dress code is don't care so take a chill clown
    Smallest place on the map we're bustin big caps
    Where girlies troop Tim boots and baseball caps
    That's where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin
    Bust it Hobbes, cause I'ma

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    [Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith]

    Now it's time for me the E to rock it loco
    No need to guess homeboy, you know my vocals
    Gimme a break to stay focused on my tape
    I'm more than great, I got the key to my state
    I'm rough like brillo, I bust like a pistol
    The b-boy form is nine mil or is til
    the underground sound be pumped for the new jacks
    Who loves you baby? I'm not Bo Jackson, get the bozack

    Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, check the format
    Hardcore underground, just like Amtrak
    Word to herb got more steel than Pittsburgh
    So easy with the smart comments, or boy you get served
    I'm cock-d keep you dancin like Ali
    Collect the dough you know and then I'm Swayze
    On the downlow, no profilin or buckwhylin
    Bust it kid, cause I'ma

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