Nothing In Particular - The Brotherhood

Face the storm and bring it on!

Face the storm and bring it on!

Face the storm and bring it on!

Flame on!

We burn mikes like a toxin

Snipes and hoods are rocking

Docking fist-to-fist

Don’t take the risk with the misters

We give ear drums blisters

And twist your shadowboxing

Ignite the night 'cos we be crazy like the

Culture Ultravoxing

We smoke the peace pipe

With brares who’d snap your face with

So stop adopting the stush attitude

That’s criss like Eubanks

You couldn’t even beat us

Not even with two tanks

I’m bigger than you, thanks

You couldn’t identify us

Why?

(Why?! Why?!)

Tell them that it’s Brotherhood flavour (Why?! Why?!)

'Cos we kick it like this…

Oh my Lord, it is the quick-fire specialist

Blowing up tracks like I was a biochemist

Watch us smash this, watch us do this

We’re going to make our lyrics make you swing to the groove, kid

Abracadabra when we flex stagger

So, watch the horror

Flick

And pick up your dic

Tionary

And try to deflect the direct commentary

Shit gets scary

I’m silencing the lambs, even the little one with Mary

I’m quite contrary when I burn it cold blooded

A bush flaming, never taming, never been hunted

Incognito

Pyro-psycho

Two parts Semtex vex one with nitro

And yes I might go live like Minugs

Ooh, make 'em 'Aah' when I’m cunning with my lingus

Ooh, ahh, by the Eric Cantona

I’m on-ball, I’m on point

With my crew I smoke a joint

'Nuff said, on the head check the dread

I make like a preachy rapper sermon when your arse is dead

Now watch a string vest bandit slam shit

Making more money than a motherfucking Clampett

Torturing your brain, irritating like a migraine

Fuckery in a fight, doing shit just for spite

I come fi smite

So keep your butt in the light

I’m born in the gutter

Strictly out for bread and butter

X marks the spot, so I dig till I drop

Drop, drop, drop the dead donkey

We be breaking fake MCs

For example

We trample

And pull apart

Upstarts

Ride 'em like carts

And burn that arse like a fart

Raped, pillaged

Subsequently buggered

Lock 'em in the cupboard with the bones of Mrs Hubbard

You give me lip, you give me are never learning

Ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

Ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

Ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

It ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

It ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

It ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

It ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

It ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

It ain’t nothing in particular

(Burn, baby, burn)

Face the storm and bring it on!

Face the storm and bring it on!

Face the storm and bring it on!