MP3.com: Brother El Song Detail
MP3.com Home
EMusic Free Trial  /  Get Started  /  Artist Area  /  Site Map  /  Help
 
Brother Elmp3.com/thebeatbank

124 Total Plays
Artist Extras
  •  
  • Go to the artist's web site
  •  
  • Find more artists in Chicago, IL - USA
  •  
  • More featured tracks in Electronic
  •  
  • Get More MP3.com Services
    More Free Music by this Artist

    "Broken Dreams"genre: Alternative Hip Hop
    lo fi playlo fi play (dial-up)
    hi fi playhi fi play (broadband)
    downloaddownload (2.7 MB)
    email track to a friendemail track to a friend
    add to My.MP3add to My.MP3
    Warped out deconstruction of existing hip hop styles with poetical verse and electronica twist. Thus, pioneering the future of the genre.
    CD: Through the Cracks of Concrete   Label: The Beat Bank
    Credits: Produced by Brother El

    Lyrics
    I'm tired of {motherfuckers} plain and simple, bitin my {shit}
    They don't feel that, nope

    One quarter of a century old
    Bold, mentally, physically, massive
    Visually, altenate, passive
    Hope my crafts are tight, heh
    I'll be aight, solo, all fresh dolo
    And day and night, I write (I write)
    And when the wind blows I fight, I show and prove
    Aerodynamics, molded from ceramics (yeah)
    Theory, let loose now gigantic
    And move way past stress, don't regress
    I got way too much finesse, heh..
    .. son take hold of your bootstraps, when your shoes ran over
    Talkin bout how you clap, I don't respect that
    Nor shall I wet that
    The streets is tough, time is rough
    I don't forget that (I don't)
    See yeah, cause when I fell out of the scene
    .. heh, nobody cared
    I wasn't prepared, and no one shared
    any information, still patient
    Waitin for a time to hear my rhyme
    .. all I had was broken dreams, anger, stagnation
    Pacin the streets, chasin, scraps to eat
    The more you gave, the more I ate
    The more disease, the more disease, the more disease
    Manifested - please please - in my belly
    Floatin like jelly, you can't tell me
    no stories of rough seasons
    I've been through a lot, huh, and I'm still SCREAMIN..
    .. I'm not dreamin.. hah, countdown

    Ten.. nine.. eight
    Like this, well {fuck} it

    Broken dreams, anger, stagnation
    I'm pacin, but I'm still patient
    Aww man {fuck} that let's get it together
    In my time!

    More Free Music by this Artist

    Copyright notice. All material on MP3.com is protected by copyright law and by international treaties. You may download this material and make reasonable number of copies of this material only for your own personal use. You may not otherwise reproduce, distribute, publicly perform, publicly display, or create derivative works of this material, unless authorized by the appropriate copyright owner(s).

     
     
     
    Company Info / Site Map / My Account / Shopping Cart / Help
    Copyright 1997-2003 Vivendi Universal Net USA Group, Inc. All rights reserved.
    MP3.com Terms and Conditions / Privacy Policy
    Vivendi Universal