It's Like That (My Big Brother)

[Intro] Due to technical dificulties beyond our control Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us [K-Solo]: Erick Sermon, keep keep it on Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on Keep keep on, ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop [Verse 1: K-Solo] I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off Cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo It ain't a problem at all we can't solve Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards Are charged, by my entourage, who put the Ram in Dodge Ras cla in bumba claat Maintain, few remain in the game So I remain focused and pop's the main aim [Verse 2: Redman] Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit Biscuits be cockin back when I be coming I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds Wanted, for two million and a body alone And use the microphone as my accomplice Scientist still trippin, thinkin What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us [Verse 3: K-Solo] Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too But can't hang two, like we do Fuck them, they better bow slow This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche You three groups, four punkses at a time I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime [Verse 4: Redman] The long faced murderer Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular Workin a shifty hour like a burgular My crew herbin ya like we never even heard of ya Odds are evens, that I'mma be the one creepin My new niggas check the flows of the major deacon The bizarre, the rap non-superstar When I step up I pump volume like rah [Verse 5: K-Solo] My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree Vocabularies very, loquacious And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike My crew be like, this style's hype Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kit [Verse 6: Redman] Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta You battle me, you won? You might of, but then you woke up My turbulence will make peanut butter choke up Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker Y'all niggas is fools, playin with hood moves You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You Dissed you dismissed you yeah I fixed you Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through [Outro] Haha... haha Keep keep it on (5X) Yo what we doin son? Knockin niggas the fuck out!!