I'm tellin you  I don't like it
 I'ma be honest man
 Honest?
 I'm dead up  I'm serious
 Serious?
 I don't feel it man  the drums are too weak
 I don't feel the snares
 Coulda used a different type of sample
 You're wack man  yeah..

 Yo  that kid is wack  his father's wack
 His group is wack  that's word word black
 I'm detrimental  I hop up on this instrumental
 Smack your face with mitts, a pile of grease filled with grits
 Burn you like Teddy Pendergrass, tap you on that ass
 I'm Big Jim, shut your mouth, call me Jimmy Steel
 Don't freestyle, Chemical Bank, y'all keep it real
 On Lollapalooza, their butts packed with German Lugers
 On tour dates, stashin mad work in milk crates
 Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back
 Some damage I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
 Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up
 Pockets with royalties, you gets, no loyalties
 That's word bill, sell your house's mortgage off the hill
 I'm for real necks, payin crackers for my Ampex
 Yeah!

 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

 You got commercial records, no monies in your wack pockets
 You get jerked, my Master-charge-Card's doin work
 Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills
 You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack
 School kids up no joke on record labels, y'all still broke
 Don't flex at me, who's this kid, standin next to me
 I got versatile sawed-off shotgun WIC checks with me
 Suckers I'm android, no time to feel paranoid
 Blow out your face, pull your skull back, now give me space
 My wig is ready, disguised, ridin on the subway
 Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
 With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway
 That's word Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
 Cut back your weak tracks, and vomit on your vinyl wax
 I'm here, like gladiator, air-conditioned central
 You smokin embalmin fluid, elephants are mental
 I got dreams to wear your parts off your cash machine
 That's in the window me with bags, in the Wells Fargo
 Changin your incite, I'm high class, with appetite
 You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete
 Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
 Yeah!

 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

 I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights is out
 Y'all wanna step to Phi B, big like the ? family
 Holdin your ear, like you handicapped, you can't hear
 Touch up your young style delivery, don't appeal
 Follow through, instructions easy for your rap crew
 That's word, that kid you rapped, sound like BooBoo
 Stinky feet, with razor bumps, tryin to rap on beat
 I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
 Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
 Twist your knobs, your engineer, mixed like Baskin-Rob's
 You on the charts, with just enough to Pop Tarts
 Publishin checks you signed off, you gets no respect
 You gets to lease the Benz, cryin loud with your WIC check
 No sale retail, deposit all direct sales
 Yeah! Check it

 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)
 It's the brother feelin fly (brothers feelin fly)

 Yeah!
 Yeah.. styles.. retarded..
 Brothers feelin fly