It's Like That (My Big Brother) Lyrics - Redman

Redman Muddy Waters cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1996-12-10
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Hardcore Hip-Hop
length: 2:55
featuring K Solo

Due to technical difficulties beyond our control

Reggie Noble's stinkin *** will not be performing with us

(K Solo) Erick Sermon keep keep it on

Def Squad Erick Sermon Redman keep keep it on

K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on

Keep keep on ya don't stop

Keep keep it on and ya don't stop

Keep keep it on and ya don't stop

K Solo Redman ya don't stop

Erick Sermon Keith Murray ya don't stop


I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off

cliffs grabbin their *** cheeks yellin GERONIMO

It ain't a problem at all when K solve

Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards

are charged, by my entourage, who put

the Ram in Dodge, bas cla in bumba claat

Maintain, few remain in the game

So I remain focused and pop's the main aim


Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon **** lyricist

My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this ****

Biscuits be cockin back when I be comin

I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds

Wanted, for two million and a body alone

And use the microphone as my accomplice

Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin

What the **** is this funky fungus that growed among us


Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too

But can't hang two, like we do

**** them, they better bow slow

This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo

Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise

See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche

you three groups, four punkses at a time

I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime


The long faced murderer

Servin over two billion ************s a day like Mickey D's circular

Workin a, shifty hour like a burgular

My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya

Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin

My new *****z check the flows of the major deacon

The bazaar, the rap non-superstar

When I step up I pump volume like rah


My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees

So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree

Vocabularies very, loquacious

And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary

Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike

My crew be like, this style's hype

Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh

To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid


Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta

You battle me, you won? You might of, but then you woke up

My turbulence will make peanut butter chunk up

Call me tha Brick City, Stock **** Broker

y'all *****z is fools, playin with hood moves

You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You

Dissed you dismissed you yeah I fixed you

Let your girl suck on the **** that I piss through

Haha... haha

Keep keep it on (5X)

Yo what we doin son?

Knockin *****z the **** out!!

Lyrics licensed by
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Iz He 4 Real
  • 3 Rock Da Spot
  • 4 Welcome (interlude)
  • 5 Case Closed
  • 6 Pick It Up
  • 7 Skit
  • 8 Smoke Buddah
  • 9 Whateva Man
  • 10 Chicken Head Convention (skit)
  • 11 On Fire
  • 12 Do What Ya Feel
  • 13 The Stick Up (skit)
  • 14 Creepin'
  • 15 It's Like That (My Big Brother)
  • 16 Da Bump
  • 17 Skit
  • 18 Yesh Yesh Ya'll
  • 19 What U Lookin' 4
  • 20 Soopaman Luva 3 Interview (skit)
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 3
  • 22 Rollin'
  • 23 Da Ill Out