Pop Da Brown Hornet One Shot Deal lyrics

Eh yo , yo, you got one shot, one shot
One at a time man, don't be floodin' the mic
Word up, but you got to keep it real
'Cuz bitch ass niggaz, hip hop is on another level
And ain't havin' it no more son

Aiyyo, yo, the next alliance of giants is now official
Fuck what you're doin' and cover the main issue
Beats hypnotic to tranq' your whole project
Lay down the concept then we eat off the prospect

I see shit done shit, still remain the one with
The legit high potent clean record
The undefeated, undisputed
Form an army, you included

We can do this shit to hip hop music
I Reign victorious, the audience, the eye witness
You can't fuck with the vocabulist
You stay frontin', stay rappin' 'bout nuttin'

You stay talkin' 'bout always bustin'
Your gat and how it's crack you be pumpin'
Come on, tell me how that shit substantial
I take you out before you get the chance to

Feed these rap heads like hip hop, bogus
To me your show, the stupid niggaz ain't notice
They're satisfied with the mediocre stroker
But once I get to bang it I bang it like it's supposed to

Intelligently, honesty and loyalty to my people
You're see through, that's how I peeped you
Tryin' to get over on the goods
Camouflaged in black, tryin' to blend in with the hoods

God damn, some people never change
We never stick together that's why shit remain the same
Do the knowledge but first go look the word up
Once I begin there's no time to get stuck

Uh, in position to make the right decisions
Not an amateur, you know I'm top rank in this division
Bring a knucklehead and watch me beat some sense in him
Brown Hornet massage the brain like oxygen

Keep him conscious, pin point the prognosis
Me and the mic is like high-powered explosives

First Pisces, some say I'm fishy and shiesty
Don't like me? Get aired out like Nikes
Rhymes, tightly, written ass spittin'
Get an ass kickin' for puttin' yo' hands on my kitten

Set trippin', it's gettin' hot in the kitchen
If not, stop bitchin', I lock it down like prison

The jail system, get bail but still sentenced
This Hell I live in, killin' each other for position

Crackhead Christians, black man listen
You don't want no beef, you ain't ready for the lickin'
I Go deep before I make a move, I be thinkin'

Chess playin', cess blazin', I'm amazin'
Like four wheels I'm skatin', chasin' for the paper
Scared niggaz pullin' capers

Stop who? You bit off more than you could chew
Sayin' what you gon' do, plot hits on crew
But it ain't nuttin' new, niggaz been hatin' since day one
Games I never played none, source like A1

You play dumb, I could tell a pussy when I see one
They talk, but when it comes to drama they walk
Lookin' for support, all by yourself gettin' caught
The Time's runnin' short and I'm comin' with force

Shut down the fort, evacuate the premises
I'ma be the last man standin' but the first one who finishes
The Genesis, the new beginnin', it starts now
I spark crowds with a mean bite, and I bark loud

T M F arch style, hittin' 'em up
Splittin' 'em up, you ain't gettin' up
You ain't got no style, you ain't sick enough
You niggaz move too slow, you ain't quick enough

I switch it up, a mad scientist in a lab, mixin' up
So when my shit drop, you better pick it up
And if your shit's not hot, you better fix it up

'Cuz I'm rollin' with my team and there's no clickin' up
You ain't big enough to touch, we build
The truth is now finally revealed and it's no longer concealed

Oh, my God, yo no one shot, I gave y'all niggaz one shot
And y'all wanna kill shit man, come on now
To all y'all brothers out there, competitors
To these brothers right here, opponents

Come on, y'all gotta take it up another level, man
'Cuz hip hop is now on a new level and a new plain
Shaolin' kid, T M F, GP, Pop Da Brown Hornet
No Smiles, Tariff, what? That's right, 27 Warrant Squad

Yo, yo, it's like, what? Black Posse, Paris Crew
Ya niggas don't know man, Shaolin' history
Staten Island, standing grounds