Gang Starr - The Illest Brother

Chorus: Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect It takes the illest brother just to get respect Got to be the illest brother when it's time to get wreck Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check I'm one of the illest brothers known to man but if you don't understand, see I'm a grown man And I stand 5'8" and 3 quarters giving orders to my sqaudron cuz I'm like the sergeant or general but let me keep this minimal I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns and like riflery champs fellas start to get real amped Dead bodies lay stamped to the pavement so I gave it some thought remembering the brothers who are gone now I will make a strong vow to make things right ignite the mic, get hype and all that Suckers try to menace but they always fall flat to the ground as I astound come around I'll put you down about the brothers who think they're the boss think they're getting large but in the end they pay the cost Of their lives and that ain't the way to go out even take their boys with 'em cause they know their boys will go out But when it comes to facing some time they're like crying like weeping, wanna call mom Dukes But mom Dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did she knows that you shot and she knows that you cripples kids But who's to judge when you're trying to survive the one who moves first might be the one to stay alive So when you think you're hard and dominating the set just remember the illest brother claims respect! Like I said I'm an ill kid, so never dare test me they wanna arrest me cuz i'm causing a frenzy Fake gangsters come and fake gangsters go real gangsters chill cuz real gangsters know That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low cuz too much talk will get you beef on the street And brothers in the city have to live this way it may cause dismay but Imma' tell it anyway Yo guns are easy to get and like a puppet some young kid is gonna be the subject of internal oppression An example of hard times cuz to make it out the trap in your mind it's a hard climb But even if you change and come right and exact there's another brother scheming so just watch your back I know a brother who thought he had it all but little did he know he was bound for a down fall He'd pick up the heater and go stick somebody he wouldn't give a damn if he killed somebody Cuz if somebody would get in the way of him getting loot there'd be no hesitation he'd just shoot It's like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly except it's reality and you don't see it on TV Brothers keep dying in the streets cuz the streets are designed to keep you from having peace of mind I know an old man, he's got a rifle to stifle any young punk, he hides it under his bunk And I know a kid who's been to jail and he told me that the system had failed him So now he's out the joint and he's like flippin' on kids and the people in his neighborhood are flippin' their wigs But you gotta check the move cuz there's a reason a method to the madness and you know what I'm meaning Cuz rather than being the herb, vic, or chump you can be just like my man cold holding the pump But living like that you take a chance with your life but some things in life, sometimes will make you uptight I'm like an avalanche of knowledge pounding down all fools all fakes, all snakes and ones who try to break the rules and regulations Stipulations made by the GangStarr you try to flex muscle but you know you can't hang ha You're making me vexed but yeah you can go next just remember the illest brother claims respect Chorus repeat Yo money don't front you know you blew your chance and now it's my turn so Imma&#3