[Verse 1]
It's me you been looking up
6'1", a tonne and none of these
Chumps are close to good enough
Talk about what you shoulda done
I give him a piece of my mind
But a moment never arrived but it's what I woulda done
Alrighty son, whatever helps you sleep
And floats your boat whatever puts your mind at ease
But I suggest you keep your words behind your teeth
And keep away from me I ain't raising your seed
Mr. Role Model, far from it
Been on the bottle since birth
You put a keg in my hearse, I'm never off it
So how am I supposed to teach your kids
When I can't tell you what day of the week it is?
See, the fact is, you couldn't trust me with a cactus
That sh**'d die quicker than me with a cat did
Blacklist? Yeah, that's just fine with me
And when the siren sounds, it's just my sign to leave
(Peace!)
[Hook]
Looking at me, (Right)
I'm likely to be, (Right)
Some kind of thief. (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at him, (Right)
He's some kind of crim, (Right)
His last name is Briggs. (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at you, (Right)
Got something to prove (Right)
Whatcha gon' do? (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
*scratching*
(Trials: You know the deal for real, you're listening ti the Golden Era mixtape, 2011/
Peace the f** out to the yorder yorder crew, shephard and represent..(?}
Briggs, what it is/
It's about time Suffa stepped the f** up, and wack rappers step the f** off/
(Suffa: Golden f**in Era!)
Verse 2: Suffa
Check, you ready for more?/
I got those jumper leads arcin' and I'm wettin' the floor/
Give you that ACDC, know what I'm saying?/
Man, I'll get my point across like a Mayan mace/
(Take it easy!) Ease it off, or i might blow/
Like an IED was strapped to Peter North *boom*/
And that's upsetting man/
And we can shoot the breeze like gas at an Afghan/
Wait man, i guess a New York letter man/
I'm bringing that news to 'em like telegram/
(Are you a better man?) Huh, am I? You bet i am!/
And i better am a better man i tell you friend that he better scram/
Cause when i heard your name, thought "Man, don't hurt him"/
Cause the Dalmah's sk** of words is "Hammer, don't hurt them"/
You can;t f** with me, the Suff' MC, (?)/
So the only way you touching me is by kissing a ring/
It goes/
[Hook]
Looking at me, (Right)
I'm likely to be, (Right)
Some kind of thief. (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at him, (Right)
He's some kind of crim, (Right)
His last name is Briggs. (Right)
You got the wrong brother!
Looking at you, (Right)
Got something to prove (Right)
Whatcha gon' do? (Right)
You got the wrong brother!