[sample from movie]
No matter what you may say to the contrary
No matter what you may say to the contrary
If you are guilty of feeding false hopes
Procrastination.
[Intro]
Nigga ATP, Smoke Records
Brown Hornet, bout to spice you in the head
Hip Hop
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Expect to get stepped to, ran through
I'm a dog that'll bite you thru the muzzle
Eavesdrop on ya huddle, ya standin in the puddle
I smell fear, you smell trouble
Pop Da Brown is too heavy to juggle
The holder of a bolder, plus heavy handed
You rap standing, I rhyme outstanding
Pick an MC out at random, that help you out
Because you by yourself is like a dick in the mouth
You suck, I suck-seed, I get high, you get skeed
Fuckin with Poppy Da, ya smokin more than just weed
I'm about to let you know, you made the wrong decision
In this intermission, I dominate with aggressiveness
With professionalist, let you know not to many competitors in this
Take all competitors
Magazines been rave, get extra large
But to me you all regulars
Once I fits all, ya all about to fall
The outcome is rusum, love to battle MC's in a twosome
Before I roof 'em, I'll introduce them to a no nonsense
Lyrical proof type stee, look up the word MC
And see a picture of me, loungin wit a blunt in my mouth
Callin shots in your house, layin up in your couch
Gettin served like a king, Black Caeser wit the pinkie ring
While in the heat, don't sweat a god damn thing
Cuz I'm fuller, fresher, stand out from the rest of the pack
Like Kris said, ";they wick-wick-wack";
How they make it this far, without gettin gonged
That's right, they name it Hiroshima, but they still gettin bumped
And once I start droppin, there's no stoppin
Your all time favorites, will soon be forgotten
What you digest the way I manifest
Make crazy progress over a ten year stretch
And I still keep growin, rhymes keep flowin
Sometimes I'm writing rhymes without me even knowin
Wake up, out my sleep, put down the pad and pen and roll a fat one
I'll probably die, O.D. on platinum
Plus I'm hot and scorchin, Pat Sajak, gave me the fortune
Told me I'm worth more than Steve Austin
I laughed and said tell me somethin I don't know
Blew out some smoke and disappeared with the dough
[Interlude: Smoke]
Yo, yo, yo
Ya niggas that told me that nigga Brown Hornet is wack
That nigga ain't wack, man
Come on now, this that shit right here
This that shit that got niggas bouncin
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Are you ready? Sorry if ya not
I bust they snotbox, let know that Pop Box ain't it decomposed
Any stage I rock shows,
you heard it thru the grapevines from all my ex-hoes
That I've been doin this years, thru the sweat blood and tears
Smoked about a million blunts, drunk a 100,000 beers
Certified hip hop junky, love all my tracks funky
Battling is somethin don't take much to pump me
It comes naturally, born to be wild
I'm the whole comp, you just a comp with no style
Tell us to my click, in the way we get down
Study our melody, try to copy our sound