Thoroughbred - Mountain Brothers, CHOPS

«Bringing damage to your borough be some brothers

From the East with the beats that be thorough» -- Posdnuos

Rhymes that be thorough, flows that be thorough

Shows that be thorough (Thoroughbred)

Kitty cats be jocking when they catch me in the hallways rocking

My tracks is like Jehovah’s Witnesses, always knocking

Just when you thought you had all forgotten

The album is dropping, stop all of your cock blocking

Chops and MB’s is hitting off the meters

I lace tracks with the strings from Run-DMC's addidas

Cooler than water ice from Rita’s

Your daughters fight to meet us

My rhythm has given hella divas the yellow fevers

You know the steez, chill like zero degrees

Folks notice me both locally and oversees

Girls with ovaries, be standing close to me, hopefully

Enter the Dragon, essentially bag them like they were groceries

Vocally ain’t nobody approaching me

Even supposedly, I’m talking globally bi-costally

You know the three Mountain Bros and we flow with ease

Leaving you holding these, impeach the president so you can vote for me

What?

When I school kids I’m cool and ruthless

Crews end up looking foolish and losing saying «I'm a quit music!»

I’m the type of cat with two chicks, with nice full lips

That like huge tits dipped in Cool Whip

When I’m spilling, women, find me appealing

If I had a dime for every time a lady caught feelings

That’s about a million, I’d a made a killing

Back in college, I majored in chilling

I’m only bugging, you know me, cousin

Your chance of beating me it’s really close to nothing

And your girl’s lonely, is she needing loving?

Check it out, I’ll bone her and you won’t even owe me nothing

Yeah I’m kinda shameless, that’s why I’m a crowd favorite

Girls misbehave with us, their fellas want to blame us

That’s the lamest, you can’t contain us

Brainless ignoraimous, don’t you know our name yet?

We’re the greatest, most entertaining-est

Mountain Brothers, world motherfucking famous, biiiitch!

The live shit we bless the nation, fly chicks are rest in place in

My custody for private investigation

You cry in lust to see the sky kid to test your patience

So why trust in me cause I spit these gestations

A thought, estimation’s an art, sensations get caught

Tangled in the brain I fought, wrangle with the pain and rap with clout

You pissy drunk on old fashioned

Reminisce yapping bout 50 trunks of cold cashin'

Ever since the Genesis the blackness, meanices attract this

My nemesis the wackness practice

Through the book of Revalations, it’s changed

We shoot the treble, bass, and midrange

And took the devil’s place and get strange

I’m only buggin', Chops quantitized the beats

Harmonize with freaks thats carmelized and sweet

We on a rise to meet all challengers

Wanna slide your feet off balances and beast the raw talented