Rick Da Scale:
Stick around this shit's about to get iller
we the Brotherhood of Sick Spitters, and it's dinnertime...

Lyrical beasts about to feast upon the beat
it's like survival of the fittest see the weak give me the evil eye
and I'm just like, I don't give a fuck
yeah I still climb up and up that mountain side

Never stop 'til I have reached all my goals
see sometimes I feel like my life is running down an aisle of coals/Coles
searching for the product to relieve the pain like Tylenol
how'd I go? I dunno the feedback is totally out of my control

Reliable I'm liable don't have to chase red to be like a bull
get it likeable? I get it how excitable
so thrilled you can tell by the tone in my voice
I gift/give wrap/rap my presents/presence like I'm overly joyed

It's time to rejoice 'cause I represent hope for humanity
at any second there could be a calamity
so there's no use panicking until its actually happening
and excuse me while I gather my thoughts up on this canopy, uh...

...Now I'm back but I never left
took a gamble playing the game ain't talking about centre bet
I stand tall like Everest trying to send the right message
not SMS...

Chorus:
This is for my brotherhood
this is for my brothers and my sisters of the world.

Tomcat:
Gotta know that one sword sharpens the other
so when we come together there's stopping me and my brothers
dreamers I'm applauding ya haters I'm ignoring
these peace driven warriors got weapons of euphoria

Hearts like the beat of our feet start pounding off the
Rick Da Scale grab ya boots we heading up the mountain
found the tree of life and the fountain of youth as well
my fountain is a fountain pen my tree of life an ink well

Full of hopes and dreams that we write for ourselves
the story becomes thicker the deeper you do delve
it's always gonna change nothing stays the same
everybody is an individual just take away the name

Brother from another mother sister from another mister
Brotherhood of Sick Spitters spitting with the serum
I split the seas open with the power of my pen
Gonna pull my peace out, blaka blaka blaka zen.

Chorus:
This is for my brotherhood
this is for my brothers and my sisters of the world.