Feel Me

brompton city bashinґ, car crashinґ, bong blastinґ
itґs the alcohol abusinґ white trash kid.
with the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung 
shout outs and respect to the place where iґm coming from.
so here me run again, head to the finish, 
no time for loosinґ, no time for cruisinґ
ґcuz a championґs got to keep on movinґ
like soul 2 soul, iґm back to life for real still a mc 
with lots of love for my holy wheels of steele, yo
to me it was a big step, futurewards
from doinґboogaloo thangs at the barmbek-boulevard
to pick up the mic and say what the fukk i was born for
free to the dom is still the only thing I star for

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

and if you feel me put your hands up ,(hands in da sky)
and if you feel me put em high,(put em high)...
push 4 fingers and a i in da air,yo and wave em around like u just donґt care

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

trouble maker, problem child is what these mothers title me
and daddies want to fight me but like spike lee
iґm doinґ the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, iґm smoking a blunt 
iґm fukkinґ them daughters in their butts and leave this chikks rest in pussy

so,whatґcha want me to do?
(wikked:)Yo Braz, Do The Sikk Shit!
right!!!!bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!!

like u just don ґt care

like u just don ґt care