Mad Headz

"I know y'all play your music the way you talk
I like the way you talk, y'all"

Yeah, haha
Stamp up on the floor, lick up on the wood
The Brother Hood crew tearing down your neighborhood
Back off, the new skills are deep becoming good
And you like how we talk 'cause we talk like we should
Stamp up on the floor, lick up on the wood
The Brother Hood crew tearing down your neighborhood
Back off, the new skills are deep becoming good
And you like how we talk 'cause we talk like we should

Enter the braggin', the slippery slaggin'
The wicked with the tails waggin' Braggin'
'Cause we be the intoxicated rags
Who any be rated heavy
Ready on the right, ready on the left
Spice, are you ready?

Ready as I ever will be
My lungs are full of funk
From the one I stuck together in the pub
We float like a butterfly lifted on some herbs
We'll be the ones droppin' them nasty words

So that's the B to the R to the O
We're here to rock the factual
The Brother Hood is back from the sabbatical
Dramatical and hip, we're here to take it all
Three rounds of verse, it's enough to Stuart Hall
Tall's how we stand, clan spanned ordinarily
Robbing with the Hoods 'cause we're motherfucking merrily
Heavily we drop our patter then we scatter
Causing contradictions with our diction and imada
Of fact we subtract like calculus
Punks from the funk then we shut their mouth with just
One erogenous erotic rhyme, get live
With the Kings but we ain't Steven leave you horrified
Uh, we got you open like your mom's legs
Rip the garment of your life right to its dregs
We're the mad heads in the mad crowd when we walk
In the pride when we stalk, do you like how we talk?

"I know y'all play your music the way you talk
I like the way you talk, y'all"

Watch our style, watch our version
We're emerging, unstable, we're the boldest of the brave
The scuffin' feelin' brothers who just stand up on your liver
You know we rock the cold and we're giving you the shivers
Listen, check your homies, boy, we come fi do this
The way you're treating we hot, you think we were some New Kids
Up on the block but we kept a low pro
All time I run shotgun so my friends call me Tanto
One-four, one submission, yes, you're out
We walk around your manor and we walk around with clout
You're out like a candle, pass like the wind
Man handling man is the way we make a living

That's flippin' how we talk and talk how we live
The soul is sanctified by the smoke of a spliff
Action of the hour make you cower, make you stiff
Original dungeon towners in the shadows like Cliff

If you want fi contest, come test

And get the herbalistic straight ballistic to the solar plex'
Let's smoke a hooter to the North
And amaze Bob Hoskins with the way we fucking talk

"I know y'all play your music the way you talk
I like the way you talk, y'all"

B-b-boom, we make it up, never slump when we thump
The fat funky sounds from the underground, we thump
A few bolts loose, yo, my friend, I need a spanner
Shy's got my back while I flex and kick my grammar
They make you think I hit the switcher
Nice off the beat to make you bust through the tweeter
We'll have you clucking like some chicken
You want to bite the style because it's fucking finger-licking

So big up Mr. Dexter, shotgun my selector
Hood is gonna wreck ya, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm always acting cold and holding up the souls
If you try to steal the crown like Camilla Parker Bowles
Punch holes and we fold upon the axis
Don't try this shit at home 'cause this shit takes practice
And if you lack this, hungry like a hawk
You'll get turned into pork by the way that we talk

"Brotherhood"
"Brotherhood"
"Brotherhood"
"You like that, see? I know you like that
I know I know that you know I know you like that
Yeah, that's all we do, see? Night and day
Out of town, light of town, all around, check the funky sound
Brotherhood is the baddest, nigga
Brotherhood, Brotherhood is the baddest
Brotherhood, Brotherhood is the baddest"