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the brotherhood - mad headz lyrics

[sample from d’ya like scratchin’ by malcolm mclaren and world’s famous supreme team:
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now

the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now]
yeah, aha!

step upon the floor like a brothеr would
the brotherhood crew tеarin’ down your neighbourhood
back off! the ill+sk!lls’ll keep it comin’ good
and you like how we talk ’cause we talk like we should

step upon the floor like a brother would
the brotherhood crew tearin’ down your neighbourhood
back off! the ill+sk!lls’ll keep it comin’ good
and you like how we talk ’cause we talk like we should
[my shylok:]
enter the braggart, the slippery slaggard
the wicked with their tails waggin’, braggin’
’cause we be the intoxicating blocks
when we’ve laid it heavy
ready on the right, ready on the left
spyce, are you ready?

[mr spyce:]
ready as i ever will be
my lungs are full of funk
from the one i stuck together in the bong
we float like a b+tterfly lifted on some ‘erbs
we’ll be the one droppin’ them now for the birds
the b to the r to the os we’re here
to write the factual, the brotherhood is back from their sabbatical
dramatical and hit, we’re here to take it all
three rounds of verse, it’s a knockout, stuart hall
tall’s how we stand, clan’s band ordinarily
robbing with the hoods, ’cause the more the f+ckin’ merrily
heavily, we drop our patter then we scatter
causing contradictions with our diction, any manner
oh, fact, we subtract like calculus
punks from the funk, then we shook the mouth+eagus
one erogenous erotic rhyme get love
with the king ?but william? stephen leave you horrified
we got you open like your mam’s legs
rip the garment of your life right to its threads
we’re the mad headz and the mad clan when we walk
in the pride when we stalk
do you like how we talk?
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now

[mr spyce:]
watch our style, watch our version
we’re emerging unscathed ’cause we’re the boldest of the brave
these coffin+filling brothers who just dined upon your liver
you know we rock the cold and we’re giving you the shivers
listen, check your homie, squire, we come fi do this
the way you treating me, ha, you’d think we were some new kids
upon the block but we kept a low pro+
the time i ride my ganja my friends call me tanto
one fool wants a mission, yes, here
we walk around your manor and we walk home with (?)
you’re out like a candle, passed like the wind
manhandling man is the way we make a living

[mr shylok:]
that’s living how we talk, and talk how we live
the soul is sanctified by the smoke of a spliff
accent of the hour, make you cower, make a stiff
original dungeon town is in the shadows like cliff
[mr spyce:] if you want fi contest, come ‘test
[shylok:] and get the herbalistic straight ballistic to the solar plex
let’s smoke a holder to the note
amd amaze bob hoskins with the way we f+ckin’ talk
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now
the way y’all play your music the way you talk
i like the way you talk now

[mr spyce:]
boom boom boom
we make you jump, never slump when we thump
the fat funky sounds from the underground we doff
a few more(?) screws for my friend, i need a spanner
shy has got my back while i flex and kick my drama
they make you think i hit the switcher
nice of the beat to make your boss truly tweeter
we have you cookin’ like some chicken (b+kwa!)
you wonder about the style because it’s f+ckin’ finger l!ckin’

[my shylok:]
so big up mr dexter, shock up my selector
word is gonna wreck ya, uh, uh, uh, uh
i’m always acting cold and holdin’ up the souls
if you try to steal the crown like camilla parker bowles
push holes and wheel folds upon the axis
don’t try this at home ’cause this sh+t takes practice
and if you lack this hungry like a hawk
you’ll get turned into pork by the way that we talk

[mr spyce scratches: brotherhood is the baddest]

“like that, see, i know you like that
i know i know that you know that i know you like that!
yeah, that’s all we’re doing, see, 9+5, yeah
all the time, london town
word around. the funky sound.”

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