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5 bros. wit ugly clothes – put it on the five lyrics

[chorus]
dooo~~
yeah yeah ye-eah~
just put it on the 5 bros~
suga you have to know~~
just put it on the 5 bros~
everybody else come snack the flow~~

[hook]
don’t you know, emcees be sounding skee
(like some year old sh-t)
yo, if you wanna emcee
(then say that sh-t)
you know who the 5 bros tho
(don’t play that sh-t)
every track sound phat, we count (when we make that sh-t)

[verse 1 – soul def]
they say my rhymes are like s-x, cause i rhyme hard and long
we stand alone and never sat for someone to put us on
half these rap groups is incomplete like rap albums with no scratchin
it just ain’t matchin
i like thug raps and god wraps, we scientists
the royal alchemists
work with gold this year, the hot sun makes me see clear
i stay outside and enjoy it, keep the melanine pleased
my head drags like a cape as it sways in the breeze
i chop the weed up with ease, me and shaheed do
rock rhymes for you, you
and you get rejected like n-ggas with no insurance in hospitals
tryna emcee without practice ain’t logical
got dissed the soundcheck at the apollo
the only rap group with no deal that your hard act can follow
cause i don’t care for your convention, cuz you not about business
you under aircondition, we outside in hot conditions
sweating chickens, you got a full plate and already ate
we eatin junk food and grease but need food on our plate
and there is no such things as a “player hater”
that’s your excuse, cause we don’t like you, or your flava
it’s just some imaginary rhyme topic to give you something to write about
but we done figured you out
the next time you see me at a rap convention i’m promotin my single
put your shades on and sunblinds when it’s my jewels to jingle
we mingle, unlike you sittin on a panel
acting like you talkin to people
like me, you sound mixed up, like when you get upset
when someone talks behind your back
but behind-your-back is your face, well set it straight
we up to date
and done past you, we scientists movin in sound, becomin masters
and how many times is calvin klein gonna make us look at his heroin-using-lookin phony -ss models
switch your throttle, i’ll bust your bottle
i’m fond of turntables since 1983
the five bro mc’s

[hook]
yeah
that’s why emcees be sounding skee
(like some year old sh-t)
yo, if you wanna emcee
(baby, say that sh-t)
you know who the 5 bros tho
(don’t play that sh-t)
that’s why every track sound phat when we (when we make that sh-t)

[hook over chorus]
emcees be sounding skee, ?clyde?
(like some year old sh-t)
yo, if you wanna emcee jazz
(then say that sh-t)
you know who the 5 bros tho
(don’t play that sh-t)
every track sound phat, when we can make that (when we make that sh-t)

[verse 2: hakim shaheed]
emcees
they wanna rhyme in the cypher, like babies in diapers
a cl!ck to get hyper
at first, that was the name of the game
but most of these cypher emcees they sound the same
it’s cool to rock, foolin the group’s school, it’s great!
but sometimes the cypher can make your brown -ss late
“i freestyle!” “i freestyle!”
yeah, you hear the brother’s senses smile
‘tho he wrote no rhyme down the whole d-mn while
personally, to me, the rhyme circle’s played
every dope people up to gettin paid, or… gettin laid
so what, “you can rhyme” “you can rhyme”
let’s hear it, see you shine – got the phattest freestyle, but don’t on a dime
child, i’m drinkin cool-aid
b, let me show your punk -ss how to be an emcee
you gotta let your d-ck swing below your knees
you gotta let your p-n-s just blow in the breeze
sewing her, [?takin ‘ -ss?], [?bite the b-tch up in 3d’s?]
get a little on your head and get 5 to your men
understand, how your -ss gonna die for rap?
when i hear emcees say that cr-p
boy, you know they need a smack (-smack-)
up your [?”die” sh-t?], this is gone
yo, your groove! lives is still being made, fool
hip-hop won’t die for you
i rather live to see hip-hop explain and nourish
i rather live to see hip-hop grow and flourish
young fools jump outta school, just to bust a buck
[?cause a fosset they froze?] and give they moms a hard time
hm?
like if there a guarantee they get on
rap how dreams get destroyed but no career to fall back on
yeah, “you can rhyme” – yeah-yeah “you are a producer”
put if that sh-t don’t hit, did you plan for your future?
emcee, why you talk about crack and glocks?
like if we don’t know what’s going on on the block
hey, we walk the same streets every day
so when you gonna come with something fresh to say?
hm-hm
“i saw this”, “i saw that” – yeah, yeah, we know black
“betta watch how u talk!” – or you pull out your glock??
when will all you emcees open up your eyes
and see, there’s so much more going on in our community!
we got people who got jobs in the ghetto
who take it up they kids, when they good, feed ’em jello
so, stop adding to the stereotype
and be an original emcee on the mic

[hook]
emcees be sounding skee
(like some year old sh-t)
yo, if you wanna emcee just…
(baby, say that sh-t)
you know who the 5 bros tho
(don’t play that sh-t)
that’s why the track sound phat when ‘kim (when we make that sh-t)

[hook over chorus]
emcees be sounding skee, like…
(like some year old sh-t)
yo, if you wanna emcee just…
(baby, say that sh-t)
you know who the 5 bros tho
(don’t play that sh-t)
every hit goes… (when we make that sh-t)

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