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The Blood Brothers James Brown

the man with the flaxen wig? Who brought this city to its knees, who left it lusting. Have you seen the man who lathers his face featureless? Because incognito blood

blood? Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya Gainin' on ya, gainin' on ya Yeah, what's happenin', Black? Brother Black, blood even Yeah, ha, just funnin', gettin' down Ah, blood to blood

givin' it up till the day we die Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So motherfucker west up Give it up, give it up like the nigga James Brown Me and

- Steelblade drinkin' blood in darkness, it's War amongs' the rebels Madness, madness, war Night number three, over the river Right outside the Rainbow Inside James Brown

The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on em, games and clownin When soul was at it's highest rate like james brown 'n them

to give it to me Like Rick James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean {Damn this brother

third world dream Impale bubblegum rap stars on microphones infected with gangrene Deconstruct contemporary pop culture to reinvent my own mainstream C'mon [JAMES BROWN] "Yeah, brotha

stacked But hold on the topic gotta say peace to all the brothers That lock it down for they town living the one life Guided and influenced by the one James Brown

piled in the trunk Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin Hustler I pull up with no Benz, just a Plymouth Duster Cruisin around town, naked bumpin James Brown