Nothing In Particular The Brotherhood

[Chorus, sampled]
Face the storm and bring it on!
Face the storm and bring it on!
Face the storm and bring it on!
Face the storm and bring it on!

Flame on!

[Verse 1: Shylock]
We burn mics like a toxin
Snipes and hoods are rocking
Docking fist-to-fist
Don't take the risk with the misters
We give eardrums blisters
And twist your diss to shadowboxing
The shorn heads and the locks in
Ignite the night 'cos we be crazy like the foxing
Cultra Ultravoxing
We smoke the peace pipes
Who try to slap your face with a mocassin
So stop adopting the stush attitude
That's criss like Eubank's
You couldn't even beat us
Not even with two tanks
And we're giving you thanks
You couldn't identify us
Why? Why? Why?
Tell them that it's Brotherhood flavour. Why? Why?
'Cos we kick it like this...