E-Dubb’s Mixtape

[Intro]
Yo E-Dubb, Yo what’s the deal man?
Why the Spit Squad ain’t on none of ya tapes?
We from Brownsville...
We be tearing shit up!
Yo… Watch! Let them taste this right here (Hack tu!)
Taste that too
And This…
Yo, this is Thirstin Howl aka Slobba Ranks
Ernest Flemingway with the lyrical essay
And Richie Balance, Soul Saliva
We reppin’ Brownsville
Yo, make sure they sell this in the soul shack son!
Yo Russ sell mad copies of this shit!
Spit spit spit!

[Verse]
Spit Squad, perfect aim pitchfork
My brain came with a hard drive and a print-or
Showed my ass more times than a Prince tour
Only lied on my dick when it didn’t talk

Spitting thoughts at Gail force
Leaving a trail of corpse
Wouldn’t release the mic
So they nailed my hands to a cross
Carrying contraband in court, my cohorts rock Lo Sport
Techniques can’t be forged by weaklings
Speaking in codes like Morse

May I balance this just a little bit more
Spit with flame
The temperature of a E-Dubb mixtape
Soul Saliva known to leave audiences covered in flem
When performing, I stay balanced as if…
I had books on my head modeling
Spit Squad 007 Creole version of Pierce Brosnan

Nonsense, my conscience
Is conquered
Got more styles than Rikers Island could count beds
With a bible… that comes blessed
A murder accomplice
Strangled
With cobwebs
Had to hang on the low like cows breasts
Thunderstorm cloud
Floor that makes the cloud stretch

Reload!

Ain’t no party like a Brownsville party
Cause in Brownsville parties get shot up
Ain’t no party like a Brownsville party
Cause in Brownsville parties get shot the fuck up (X2)

No invitation needed
If ya Reeboks are leaning, ya leavin’
Speak thug
But need love
Shoot up every party that ain’t hire E-Dubb
Married to the mic with a prenup
73rd precinct’s
Most wanted… Polo Rican
Who poked holes in cement
Practiced the chokehold in prekin
Shot up a Bingo game this weekend
Strong arm weaklings, even if we kin
Check it
Watch your necklace, Brownsville
So dirty down-low we missed Hell by 3 exits

And at Marcus Garvey, we stick you for your car keys
While you’re parking…
Brownsville Slum Garden
Not a good idea to walk through here in the evening
Shit, peace oh
Police don’t even patrol these streets
Cover up the priest, best bet
To put your Holy Mary chain inside your fleece

Ain’t no party like a Brownsville party
Cause in Brownsville parties get shot up
Ain’t no party like a Brownsville party
Cause in Brownsville parties get shot the fuck up (x2)