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