Brother in Law - Illah Dayz, Bronze Nazareth, Kevlaar 7

Jam master, rap master, brother in law

Flip thru mad flicks dog, plus ya cuzzin is raw

You around women, who head tight and rock linen

Dress casual, classy hot nights an much denim

Mall, wall to wall shop till the last ending

More stores galore, next door, more spendin

Gucci shops, prada buy rocks, even hit

The low spots, matchin outfits, got out of town shippin

The bag liften, walkin heavy load grip slippin

Fly pics, colorful socks and love pics

Mad splifted, won’t buy shit but shop lift it

Guards retarded, regard the kid

Cause he gifted

Its all the same, call it same game, no lame brains

The pressure pain, standin frame sane

Be changin lanes, black cat jettin, raindrops, my oil paint

Left ah stain, soaken terrains wit no refraint

Still buildin, up late nights, hype is mildew

Ah couple rights, one hard left might just kill you

Starvin fights, one left jab, the scare was bright

Harbor mics, pitch black gear, on darken nights

Remember when things was so lite, we callin

Marvin right, its all for life, this is my day

Now call it night