Lyrics:
Brother Will Brother John

by now and the fire from the ice Now will you come with me, won't you come with me? Whoa oh, what I want to know, will you come with me? Sister, well

night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout Brother brother

I'm your lonely hearts club friend Don't ask a friend I've known him for so long to me he's like a brother And if I needed help will I know there'd be

to help your brothers and lend a helpin' hand Now what we gone do We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to

, well just pull it And if you trip, get pistol-whipped By a psychomaniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster, now he?s dead His brother took over,

will put you in the driver's seat The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised Will not be televised, will not be televised The revolution will be no re-run brothers

, who likes to party Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cooler than a ice brick Got soul like those Afro picks, with the black fist And leave a crowd drippin' like John

Your unbelievable Check the method when I constantly flow No joke like the pronto, loud so John Doe up in his condo in Toronto Can hear the way foot

remote controls Burn up billboard charts, deactivating 1975 music, old soul Will never go gold, while records warp Insulting your duplicating of a sample You will