[Posdnuos] "Bringing damage to your borough be some brothers from the East with the beats that be thorough"
Rhymes that be thorough, flows that be thorough Shows that be thorough (Thoroughbred)
[Chops] 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 rice 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 Go 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?
[Styles] 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!
[Peril-L] 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