Brother Man, Brother Man (Featuring Lil' Daddy Shane)

Brother man, brother man
Uh, brother man, brother man, yeah
Brother man, brother man, go 'head
Brother man, brother man, yeah
Brother man, brother man, uh
Brother man, brother man, yeah
Brother man, brother man
Uh-huh, brother man, brother man

Check it, we wreck shop from nighttime to dawn
It's goin', it's goin', it's goin', it's goin', it's gone
'Cause Little Daddy's like a rap Helter Skelter
A bad mother—Chill, Shane, respect your elders
My younger one, uh, tall and yellow
Ayo, I got you covered like an umbrella
Well, I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through
So may I release you? Oh, oh, please do
So Little Daddy, my ace, my brother
Get on the mic and let's rock with one another

And here comes the six-foot-four, the rough and raw
To blow up the mic with rhymes you like, I strike the stage in
A rage and burst just like a twelve-gauge shotgun
'Cause son, the Shane is not the one
The noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stinger
Bring your girl to my show and I'ma swing her
The Little Daddy got it down pat
Yeah, I'm like the name Heavy D, I sound fat
Word for word, line for line, uh
I gets mine and show I'm poetically inclined
If rap was made by priors, then redeemed
Because you ain't got no ice cream
So take a seat in the rear
Don't dare to compare 'cause I swear you gets nothin' here
The way you see me knock out the next brother
You'd think my moms had a talk with LL's mother, huh
Ay-yi-yi-yi, mama mia
Man, I burn the next MC like gonorrhea
Knock her boots on a girl named Althea
Then pull her friend by the name of Maria

Well, I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through
So may I release you? Oh, oh, please do
So Big Daddy, my ace, my brother
Get on the mic and let's rap with one another

When I grab the microphone and shout
You gotta spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out
I'm ready to rip it apart, I hit 'em with one of the rhymes
I'm reppin' the flash, thrash, bash, crash, smash, slash, mash
Run for shelter, no one can help ya
You pushed up on a heavyweight when your rhymes are welter
Weight, that's right, weight, because you're not fitted
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it, uh
I'm what you call a rap legend
And definitely the last MC to be present
Or even try to take mines
You fuckin' new jack, you still got price tags on your rhymes
Yo, what's that sayin'? The Hammer says, uh
You can't touch this, just like a pimple, yo, I'ma bust this
I'm like Steven Seagal, out for justice
As for competition, psh, what's this?
You're not prepared to, rappers are scared to
Confront this, 'cause you know damn well you don't want this
Some good advice is just break out
Before I treat you like a fast food restaurant and take out
As soon as I see the microphone, yo, I'ma seize that
Squeeze that, a battle? You better freeze that
'Cause if you go through the wrath of Kane
Uh, not even Lisa Fischer can ease the pain, so

Brother man, brother man
Uh-huh, brother man, brother man
Yo, brother man, brother mega man, uh
Uh, brother man, brother mega man, yeah
Brother man, brother man
Haha, brother man, brother man, yeah
Brother man, brother man, ow
Uh, brother man, brother man, rah