I.O.D. - Brownsville lyrics

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I.O.D. - Brownsville lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the I.O. Die slow coming through your Fios Thryypy motherf**er from the east is the bio Residing inside an asylum inside of a silo Psychotics enforce me to lie low I know, The powers that come with the pyro Super villains on the hunt The shooting, k**ing puts a typo in your life And spills that Type O from your life The scams tight, so even if you planned right You won't make it from Seth Low to Van Dyke Let the rounds fly, it sounds like {...} And the kings always posted on the Crown, fried There's no town guides black hair, brown eyes Who rather see caps, then caps and gowns high The shy kid from the park had to depart before it got to dark And those sparks from the thunder clap will probably make you run, in fact Those sons of a guns found it fun to pull that drummer back It was the summer of '09 when I toss my old rhymes Got cosigns from my whole school, I soul shine [Hook] Brown chills, brown sk**s, brown will... Get you out your motherf**ing seat cause this is Brownsville x2 [Verse 2] That 11212, Whatever you do is in the cement Holding my middle fingers to the 73rd Precinct These projects are a project profit and on the topic of logic They try to stop it just to suffocate my pockets fu*k being conscious I'm enlightened struck by lightning One in a million civilians About to hit the mental ceiling Crackheads jumping off of the roof But they sweep it up fast if you looking for proof I'm on Sutter Ave. making a right on Mother Gast My homies are in a fit because the candles can't bring his mother back 24/7 Liquor stores, Pick a who*e hit the corner Cop the sycamore they ain't living they just thinking poor Swimming up the current with the urgency I wish we weren't currently Counting food stamps as the currency There's no diplomas so I guess there's no diplomacy And the stains on the pavement are burgundy Swimming up the current with the urgency I wish we weren't currently Counting food stamps as the currency [Hook] [Verse 3] Pull up a lung, Where I'm from Where the cops never come Clever bums sever your whole block whenever Don't ever split labor; Don't ever trust your neighbor Cause the brawny see the bounty once they see you getting paper Keep it low key, Unless you I cause I odee Move quick don't speak and don't sleep Eat like a wolf play it like a sheep And even if you met him tell the feds you never meet This is Sean Price nice; Right hooks from Tys A sliver of the RZA; and molded by Van Dyke This is for the homies at the BRC who see no hope Seen to many leaders at the E.R This is for Garvey, Seth Low, Howard b**hes wanna belittle whenever we feel empowered This is for Glenmore, Tilden, Tapscott Never gave a f** and never run from no cowards This is for the whole Ville and one lonely child Try to be black and free He only got black and milds [Hook]