It's Like That (My Big Brother) - Redman, K-Solo

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Reggie Noble’s stinkin ass will not be performing with us tonight

: 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

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, Hip Hop’s the main aim

Well it’s the Funk Doctor Spot, 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?

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

The long faced murderer

Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D’s circular

Workin' a shifty hour like a burglar

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 Ra'

My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees

So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree

Vocabulary’s 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

Come closer, while I lock it down like I’m supposed ta

You battle me, you won?

You might have, 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

Haha… haha

Keep keep it on (5X)

Yo what we doin son?

Knockin' niggas the fuck out!