... straight for you, anything in the world, just say the name, I'll do it High as the cloud I reach, always a lone street There's no limit too much,
I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality
neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare
"Brown Brown Brown" Down to da "Brown Brown Brown" Ayo my Circle gets down to da "Brown Brown Brown" Down to da "Brown Brown Brown" Down to da "Brown Brown Brown
can always go back and make an edit I'll be sippin on patron platinum She knew about the rapping But didn't know I'd be on acting Now a personal reality
to breathe I'd like to leave this body and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve
never born? let me make this clear just the thought of it definitely brings me tears It's not about a salery it's all about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality
know Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the
out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit Egyptian, brown skin brown suede
come my way Come my way See the day, oh no [Common] Yo, How'd dude go cop a brick when he ain't got the loot Ricky D, get the heat and 'Treat 'Em Like
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D Dropping rhymes
that we'd Soften, dilute, or commercialize all the lyrics 'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown
tuned into that easy listening sound With a cap and gown, not a crown No glitter, no makeup Just smashin lyrics, that make up The B, D, and the P You
you're waiting for reality to show Without dreamin' of the perfect love And holding it so far above That if you stumbled onto someone real, you'd never know (You'd
black magic, do you believe in magic? It's black magic, I believe in In magic, a dimension of sight and sound Where people see in only shades of brown And reality
know that I saw A wick-wick-wack (B) Get On The Mic One, two Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D Alright, lets
Don't let our love end No, no Make it last forever and ever Thank God I found you What, a thug's dream wife, jeans tight, beautiful skin Matchin' brown