The B.U.M.S. (Brothas Unda Madness)

The B.U.M.S. (Brothas Unda Madness) - Wreck Your Ears (Can Do) lyrics

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Ninety-five's the year my crew get ours right here

And the Brothas Unda Madness gonna wreck your ear - can do



[E-Vocalist]

E-Vocalist wrecks the mic and then I'm next son

[Rakim] ("But still say a rhyme after the next one")

Now if you don't like my crew, I don't give a damn

No introduction needed - you know who I am

The five foot nine pro, puffin on a blunt

Hittin much pussy 'less it's that time of the month

Rebirth of the mack, the illest on the map

And I'm all on rap, like a fiend on crack

My - style's contagious, spreadin like a virus

Leavin more "Achey Breaky Hearts" than Billy Cyrus

Tick tock around the clock, you should know

You can't get no props if you can't rock a show

Not with these - I shake MC's off the break like fleas

In school, I never got D's

Me fake nigga please!  I really hate cheese

In fact, I really can't stand dirty raps

So breaker breaker, to Joe Quixx the beatmaker

Thanks for givin up tracks freakier than Seka[?]

Since I'm Oakland bound when I rock I catch a frown

but the moment I leave, you ask how can I be down?

Put my tape in your pocket, then lock it, down

Mark it, then rock it, all around town

In the alley or the slums, cali's where I'm from

In comes the boom so make room for The B.U.M.S.



Ninety-five's the year my crew get ours right here

And the Brothas Unda Madness gonna wreck your ear - can do



[D-Wyze]

Yo D-Wyze rip the mic, then I'm next son

[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")



Heyyyy!  Here's a new tray that I made

so stop whining, cause I hit your honeydip's heiny

But I make you think we're not from Oak it's just hip-hop rappin

So niggaz give me daps and stop cappin

The Brothas are FREEEE, free like Mandela

I'm known from nasty NARCs as the mic dome sweller

I'm good for shockin niggaz like PG&E

.. so what's up G?

I spark the fat phil' from the go to get you under my spell

If the wack wanna step to +-dy+ like +Norman+, they fell

And then the Son of Sam hand me tunes for the pussy

.. cause my funk flow makes 'em horny

I'm the, slim wild mad sweet but grand imperial

You bump me in the morning at the table eatin cereal

And then you ask your troops, "Who is he?"

These Under Madness Brothas - that's why we stay undercover

My styles cling like Comet, I make MC's vomit

Yo peace to Joe Quixx, that makes the B.U.M. pound

For better and for worse motherfuck what you heard

Ya hear me, honies grip your tits, cheer me

From Oak to Manhattan, one day we hittin platinum

Yo ask my nigga Sway - he know how it happened..



Ninety-five's the year my crew get ours right here

And the Brothas Unda Madness gonna wreck your ear - can do



[E-Vocalist]

E-Vocalist wrecks the mic and then I'm next son

[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")



Now I gets busy underground like gooks durin Vietnam

No sellin out because my mom didn't raise a tom

E-Vo's my name - I flex mad styles

I'm known for gettin nastier than maggots on a dead cow

At many clouds rockin crowds from here to China

I gets looser than the lips on a prostitute's vagina

So, sleep on my skills and sleep in grills they use for traction

Cause I put my thaaaaaaang, in action

Awakening crews in a rude fashion

On they ass like Mike Tyson at a beauty pageant

E-Vo is first, D-Wyze is the next one but

[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")



[D-Wyze]

Aiyyo I'm iller than a porno, I flip the microphone on

Ninety-five is my year to live fat like Sonny Bono

Two niggaz sparkin blunts, always hittin cunt

The Brothas Under Madness, knockin niggaz fronts

I'll persist to elevate the shit straight from the Oak

cause I'm broke - if I don't make it, I'm smoked

(Coolin out in Cali where the bass goes boom)

And when we step in the arena suckers leave the room

(Where, three out of three sweepin niggaz like a broom)

Pre-arrangin funerals engravin on their tombs..



[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")

[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")

[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")

[Rakim] (.. "But still say a rhyme after the next one")
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