[Intro]

Oh shit, it's the Phantom baby

With the Brown Bomber, baby

Smoke Records, muthafucka

MCA, 2000, uh-huh



[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

It's only Pop and I'm hangin MC's like a stockin

Leavin them no option, throwin the towel

Or gettin they face boxed in

No time for B.S.'in, second guessin, all that's outta the question

I'm here to terrorize, make rappers apologize

I refuse to lose, I'm beat, battered and bruised

Now that I'm on, fuck payin dudes

Fuck all of youse, I'm bad news to goody two shoes

Who be finger snappin and toe tappin

I'm that kid that keep it crackin, cuz I'm what's happenin

I love this game with a passion, stop askin

How do you like me now, that I'm the last one laughin

Hole fucked up, puffin on Alaskan

Hundred miles an hour, eyes closed, without crashin

Constantly, I gotta flip they wig

For I'm the kid, that got the state pumpin in they trips

CD, cassette, car, jeep, chopper or plane

Girls screamin my name, it's all part of the game

No sloppy copies, it's ya black Poppy

Rollin in between the sheets, been missin for weeks



Chorus 2X:

The sun neva chill, I melt down ya ice grill

Cats be coolin down, I neva had, I neva will

I refuse to stop, look around the rock

That's why no one can do it quite like MC Pop



[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

Ladies and gentlemen, feel the adrenaline rush

Two triple oh, from poor to plush

Started workin out, I went from gut to cuts

Now when they see me it be