I breath and cough on wet mics like it's an ENT throat culture
when Brethren loses he'll be pecked dead by lyrics of vultures
can't you hear it Brethren?........da winds scream through my mic
I've been optimistic not seein you in my win.. not even plain sight
it seems dat Brethren is constantly flowing like a clogged up artery
beating me is practically chancing da powerball or odds of da lottery
dis nigga only flows with his basketball and body floatin in da Michigan Lake
my lyrics toppling over dis nigga like leaves in da fall dat haven't seen a rake
Brethren......ya already know dat i'm cold as an AK straight out of da ice chest
come with me to RB funeral home and pick out a "L" tombstone to put u to rest

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*Nashville city*