Mad Headz - The Brotherhood

[Sample from D’Ya Like Scratchin' by Malcolm McLaren and World’s Famous Supreme

Team:

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now]

Yeah, aha!

Step upon the floor like a brothr would

The Brotherhood crew tarin' down your neighbourhood

Back off!

The ill-skills'll keep it comin' good

And you like how we talk 'cause we talk like we should

Step upon the floor like a brother would

The Brotherhood crew tearin' down your neighbourhood

Back off!

The ill-skills'll keep it comin' good

And you like how we talk 'cause we talk like we should

Enter the braggart, the slippery slaggard

The wicked with their tails waggin', braggin'

'Cause we be the intoxicating blocks

When we’ve laid it heavy

Ready on the right, ready on the left

Spyce, are you ready?

Ready as I ever will be

My lungs are full of funk

From the one I stuck together in the bong

We float like a butterfly lifted on some 'erbs

We’ll be the one droppin' them now for the birds

The B to the R to the Os we’re here

To write the factual, the Brotherhood is back from their sabbatical

Dramatical and hit, we’re here to take it all

Three rounds of verse, it’s a knockout, Stuart Hall

Tall’s how we stand, clan’s band ordinarily

Robbing with the hoods, 'cause the more the fuckin' merrily

Heavily, we drop our patter then we scatter

Causing contradictions with our diction, any manner

Oh, fact, we subtract like calculus

Punks from the funk, then we shook the mouth-eagus

One erogenous erotic rhyme get love

With the King?

but William?

Stephen leave you horrified

We got you open like your Mam’s legs

Rip the garment of your life right to its threads

We’re the mad headz and the mad clan when we walk

In the pride when we stalk

Do you like how we talk?

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

Watch our style, watch our version

We’re emerging unscathed 'cause we’re the boldest of the brave

These coffin-filling brothers who just dined upon your liver

You know we rock the cold and we’re giving you the shivers

Listen, check your homie, squire, we come fi do this

The way you treating me, ha, you’d think we were some New Kids

Upon the block but we kept a low pro-

The time I ride my ganja my friends call me Tanto

One fool wants a mission, yes, here

We walk around your manor and we walk home with (?)

You’re out like a candle, passed like the wind

Manhandling man is the way we make a living

That’s living how we talk, and talk how we live

The soul is sanctified by the smoke of a spliff

Accent of the hour, make you cower, make a stiff

Original dungeon town is in the Shadows like Cliff

If you want fi contest, come 'test

And get the herbalistic straight ballistic to the solar plex

Let’s smoke a holder to the note

Amd amaze Bob Hoskins with the way we fuckin' talk

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

The way y’all play your music the way you talk

I like the way you talk now

Boom boom boom

We make you jump, never slump when we thump

The fat funky sounds from the underground we doff

A few more (?) screws for my friend, I need a spanner

Shy has got my back while I flex and kick my drama

They make you think I hit the switcher

Nice of the beat to make your boss truly tweeter

We have you cookin' like some chicken (b-kwa!)

You wonder about the style because it’s fuckin' finger lickin'

So big up Mr Dexter, shock up my selector

Word is gonna wreck ya, uh, uh, uh, uh

I’m always acting cold and holdin' up the souls

If you try to steal the crown like Camilla Parker Bowles

Push holes and wheel folds upon the axis

Don’t try this at home 'cause this shit takes practice

And if you lack this hungry like a hawk

You’ll get turned into pork by the way that we talk

«Like that, see, I know you like that

I know I know that you know that I know you like that!

Yeah, that’s all we’re doing, see, 9−5, yeah

All the time, London town

Word around.

The funky sound.»