BROWN BAG ALLSTARS

BROWN BAG ALLSTARS - Brooklyn Queens Expressway lyrics

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The Wrath of Khan continues...

I got my peoples with me; Koncept and J57 of the Brown Bag AllStars...

We got Melton Sharpe on the beat...

And we gonna show you how we wreck shop... so let me begin...

How in the name of Soul Khan can you be pleadin' the fifth

When I accuse you of bitin' and you bleed from the lip

You must be feelin' real heavy from these steezes you lift

'cause if I take a shit these plagiarists come creepin' to sniff

Yo my words are similar to persian scimitars

Swung from the lungs of an urban minotaur

Some things you can't learn in church or seminar

The best die and the rest turn to cenataurs

Except a select few, the rest will oppress you

It's ten o'clock sucka, who the fuck will protect you

See I L-O-L at what these fellows sell

I'm like all ten plagues in a mellow shell

Or like Paul Pierce prayin' when his elbows fell

And then he opened up his eyes thinkin "well, oh, well"

We in the biggest division since they split the religions, it's

Hard to box God when you're missin' your ligaments, yuck

"Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya

Drink ya style down straight with no chaser

Can't wait to face ya, to face ya

I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature"

A designer that paints, an emcee that digs

Moved from Queens to B-K, live right near the bridge

The mic fears this kid 'cause I'm so raw on it

Shattered all your dreams when you broke your promise

To stay true, remain through ridiculous nonsense

The only left standin' is this kid named Koncept

Content is real, somethin to feel when honest

I'm drivin on a distance I guaranteed accomplished

The kid I left behind just didn't put his hand in

When the weight's unbalanced, it's harder to stand in

The same spots when names dropped, I had to keep it movin'

Unlock the gates, the key is this music and

Keith is the future so please just excuse him

When he knocks you out the frame in his lane he's persuin'

And he's gainin' in this game, it's a shame when you lose it

When bringin' up my name, I am great, don't confuse it

"Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya

Drink ya style down straight with no chaser

Can't wait to face ya, to face ya

I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature"

Raise they arms givin' praise on this god given day

But where was God when their arms give a spray

Of stray bullets, they may, look in a different direction when they point fingers

Annoint thinkers made in a Lord willin' way

So, read it and weep and take a seat in defeat

Already seven steps ahead before they're leavin' their feet

Seein' them leave in retreat, runnin' through the crowd riflin'

Takin' it back, ruin their life again like Vicodin

Too hot, fahrenheit high like hide your fever

Dunk-Skittle-rappers stuck in the '80's like wide recievers

Fumblin' back, fuck 'em, now they got me ramblin'

First hit's for free, then they runnin' back/runningback like Rodney Hampton

Brown Bag time travel black holes

Bring Terror to your Squad with no Pun like Fat Joe

Lettin' his gat blow, we villainous rascals

No filler in this pillage, carniverous assholes, bring it

"Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya

Drink ya style down straight with no chaser

Can't wait to face ya, to face ya

I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature"

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