Brethren Copy Kat

Sick of dressing like the next

Some one seem to say the same shit

As you and your crew

Botty man love try fa lick your style

When they truly don’t know

What you really go through

How it is to be you

Everyday

Followed by a store worker fraid that u gon steal

Yes boiy wear your pants down past your ass

The thing don’t do it without class

Call ME a nigga

You lucky most of us to nice to pull u a nice trigga

Listen to our music, don’t care

Take our NUBIAN PRINCESSES

Most of us don’t really dare

Except fo the few

Who has balls the size of the world

Take the time to make it work

Holla and tell everyone you half black

Gal why u have braids pon yah head

Yah wack u have straight hair

Which part of you whan get jacked?

Think you’re jammie cause u grew around them?

Unless u a set down deh yah know shit.

It must be hard times living on reservation

That’s why give props to them natives

They try hard, and never quit

But to go as far as to claim you’re just like black?

What? U must a done been on crack

Don’t mean to hate

Just find your style

Know who u are, where u from

And do u,

Don’t be like Bredgrine Copy Kat.