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Into The Mouth Of Badd(d)ness, Brown Brigade
Into The Mouth Of Badd(d)ness
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Release date:

2007

 
Duration: 47:48  
Size, Mb: 76,32  
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Price for album: 1.04 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
E 2 The F (Homeboy) Lyrics
There Ha!
It's as simple as that.
Magnetic press one E so you know where we at.
Soul!
From our bodies and hands,
Translated through our weapons and a mic on a stand.
We'd die in order to rock the show.
Lyrics spun!
Frome Rumplestiltskin's home.
Always be consistent like the gas in your car,
Cleaning stages cross all ages with this CLR.
I mean, it's so easy,
So easy for us to rock an "E" to the "F" with the peoples' trust.
Normally we'd switch it but for now it's a must.
Clock it 'til you deathbed but you'll reproduce rust.

"E" to the "F"!
Examination passed,
Cause we wrote the test.
"F" to the "E"!
Oldschool rhymilation coming out stress free.

Solo 1: By Craigulator

Solo 2: By Brownsound

"E" to the "F"!
Examination passed,
Cause we wrote the test.
"F" to the "E"!
Oldschool rhymilation coming out stress free.

E to the F (repeat)
01:41 238 2,86 0.10
2
Purebread Lyrics
Wake up every morning just to punch your clock
Sleepwalk off to work in crowded streets you flock
Born and bread to eat your brother's soul
Climb that ladder carved from our bones
Survival eats away, its source is life
We work for better days, not golden ides
Consumption junction is the hero of your daily function
Your goal, your role,
Your narrow mind's on hold

Lost manners in a race with time
You can't see the starting line
Won't eat the truths we've been fed
Meals made with greed contain purebread
Big man small world set in your sights
You can't see what's wrong or right
Misfed misled life's been spent

Instilled mind control the dream since birth
Helps achieve for you the plant's worth
The worth is more than all your endless greed
Make your mark because our planet bleeds
Survival eats away, its source is life
Let's work for better days, not trophy wives
Consumption junction leads to zero for our daily function

Lost manners in a race with time
You can't see the starting line
Won't eat the truths we've been fed
Meals made with greed contain purebread
Big man small world set in your sights
You can't see what's wrong or right
Misfed misled life's been spent
Make haste to hell your light is sent
Can't stand the taste, of purebread

Solo 1: By Brownsound

Solo 2: By Craigulator

Misfed misled life's been spent
Misfed misled life's been spent
Can't stand the taste, of purebread
04:15 245 7,43 0.10
3
Blame The Wizards Lyrics
Not the wands, but the wizards that hold them.
Cheap sheep leopard skin fakery rollin'
Not to mention Huh!
The guns that they're holdin'
Grandpa's fingerprints and name but not stolen
The Kings' men are growin trees
Still enforcing charge and fees
Nanomite clean energies
We lock the door and we spit on the keys

Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't

Meatlocker of your purebread scene.
Powdered nose donuts do you know what i mean?
Seeking youth, in designer jeans
Mustache morals yet you still smell clean?

Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't

Solo 1: By Craigulator

Solo 2: By Brownsound
01:45 230 2,90 0.10
4
Aggravation Plantation Lyrics
This decade, discredited by
Misuse and poor etiquette rhymes.
This education we should thank you for wasting our time.
And for the interest in our dime.
And now we'll only banter
Questions with loaded answers.
When it blows put it down and let go
And don't dare ask me why.

Let's hear the generation speak frustation
Let's hear the generation speak frustation

This tank set,
To running dry,
Distress it
Drains like the orange eye
This aggravation plantation farmed inside your mind
Let's change the way because you know it's jive.
Now will we only banter
Questions with loaded answers.
When it blows put it down and let go
And don't dare ask me why.

Solo 1: Craigulator

Solo 2: Brownsound

Solo 3: Craigulator

Solo 4: Brownsound

Let's hear the generation speak frustation
Let's hear the generation speak frustation
03:46 229 6,16 0.10
5
Blues Warrior Lyrics
I'm the blues warrior,
A brown 6 string samurai from 1300AD.
I travel the world baby,
Playin a ruckus and slayin suckas.
Now once upon a couple of days ago
I was sitting on my porch
Looking for my smoking torch
When I detected in the air
Something that made my nostrils scorch.
Now I say I recognize those wack jack Broken sacroiliac,
Frick frack diddley squat,
Teeth like a train track,
Rick James stringbean looking fools
Sneaking up on my back steps they was.
Only one thing to do.
So I jump back draw my sword
And say "Lord Have Mercy".

Now after I whupped those riff rafscallions
I proceeded in a left foot right foot manner
Throught the realm of reggae
But first I must say goodbye to my cat King Tubby,
Goodbye King Tubby.
Now in the realm I found my smoking torch,
Of course i use it.
But a burning in my stomach kept telling me,
"Go see Oz you idiot."
Boy if I would have know what the Australian would say.
"What'd he say brotha?"
Well he said,
"Go seek master Ken,
We must unite the realms mate."
And thats why I ended up in this funky forest.
Now a funk master like I've never seen before approaches me.
So I jump back
I draw my sword
And I pray to God that I don't drop that shit.
01:42 213 2,59 0.10
6
Fear Of A Brown Planet Lyrics
Take your business off of my lawn or did you see that sign?
"Well sorry mister I don't mean to offend,
Just let me off this time"
With good intentions and bound by the creed,
The leaders drew their lines
But lines turned to concrete walls divided us by signs

Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines.
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the 3rd stone mind.

Hands tied can't help my brothers
Grim reapo man at the door
Retrieving will for the power of six,
Provoking thoughts of war
Increase the profit walls to keep them safe within
Fear Of A Brown Planet a movement of peace not skin.

Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines.
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the 3rd stone mind.

Bass Solo: By Vaughn

Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines.
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the 3rd stone mind.
03:09 237 5,34 0.10
7
Hallowed Be Thy Name Lyrics
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?

As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away

Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth

When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.

Solo 1: By Brownsound

Solo 2: By Cragulator
07:16 223 11,59 0.10
8
Down With Brown Lyrics
Funk Stink like N'awleans crawfish,
Tell Dr. Zig! Come get a whiff of this
Now this beat's got soul and it's superbad
so if you wanna get down with this just pack your bag
Got pockets so deep still spillin groove
Spilt on your speakers to make you move

Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you gotta down

Now heed this we're warning you
Go tell yo mama and yo family too.
Don't worry about dinner, said we're comin through
Burnin funk so hot it'll cook your food
No wine and cheese, we ain't serving those
Heavy metal with a side, of bellbottoms and fros.

Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you gotta down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's clean platistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you gotta get down

Solo 1: By Cragulator

Solo 2: By Brownsound

Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you gotta down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's clean platistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you gotta get down
03:37 215 5,54 0.10
9
WD-80 Lyrics
Quest laid to seek his wisdom,
Traced through the lines of outcome
Sit down learn to be comatose
This mark carved into your ghost.

Don't take this the wrong way,
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday,
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back

Respect due for his redrum,
Brought peace to all three kingdoms
St. Chris with urgence and blank spot
Sees battle with gypsy girl chicken bot

Don't take this the wrong way,
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday,
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back

Solo 1: By Craigulator

Solo 2: By Brownsound

Don't take this the wrong way,
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday,
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
03:35 221 5,65 0.10
10
In The Mouth Of Badd(d)ness Lyrics
Three anums deep in trainfare, alond the path to badness.
Funk forged with blues to serve their ,
Charges of peace not warfare.
Into The Mouth he goes.

You've got to know
Into
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
Control
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul

Balldeep in damnation,
Stench born from segregation
It feeds on disillusion,
must stop its mind pollutants
Into the mouth he goes.

You've got to know
Into
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
Control
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul

The Blues Warrior transverses and finds what he was told,
A body slain with suit intact with hints red green and gold.
A one headed beast approaches nor eared but all fight.
The Blues Warrior adorns the steel that which makes him The Brown Knight.

Solo 1: By Craigulator

Solo 2: By Brownsound

You've got to know
Into
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
Control
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take this soul

The mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his balls
04:55 219 7,68 0.10
11
Make Way Fe De Yout! Dem Lyrics
Egos are the masons for these marble days,
Supply demand in overstack
It's all a concept for the cheaper pay
Confined inside a ticking clock
It's been built to mandate frustrate.
Producing living dead.
And never mind the lack of update.
Feeding off your head.

Self serve is core, crux state
It's how they operate.
Assets and paperwieghts,
Fassy Mc Raasy's take their bait

Agendas hidden under laundry stacks
Their motives silent out of sight
A way around the politax
The balance theory keeps em tight.
It's just a way to mandate frustrate
Producing living dead
And never mind the lack of update
Feeding off your head.

Self serve is core, crux state
It's how they operate.
Assets and paperwieghts,
Fassy Mc Raasy's take their bait

Solo 1: Craigulator

Solo 2: Brownsound
02:44 236 4,62 0.10
12
Last Rites (thusfarvolume1) Lyrics 05:27 218 8,48 0.10
13
Relaxation Plantation (superboppafreakwalizer) Lyrics
(Instrumental)
04:01 191 5,48 0.10