They claim we're brothers from the bottom of hell,To the
blackest (inaudible) and it's bound to sell.Picture us
going down on the fourth of july,And if you heard we were
celebrating,That's a world wide lie!Yo chuck!The
fed-dead-arals, man, trying to pull a 2-2-6 on ya g,Yo man,Show
'em what you got!Sh-show 'em what you got!This style
seems wild.Wait before you treat me like a stepchild!Let me tell
you why they got me on file,'cause i give you what you
lack,Come right and exact,Our status is the saddest,So i care
where you at,Black!And at home i got a call from tony rome,The
fbi was tappin' my telephone.I never live alone.I never
walk alone.My posses always ready, and they're waitin'
in my zone.Although i live the life that of a resident,But i be
knowin' the scheme that of the president,Tappin' my
phone whose crews abused,I stand accused of doing
harm.'cause i'm louder than a bomb.C'mon,
c'mon.Louder! louder. (c'mon,
c'mon...c'mon)Louder! louder. (c'mon,
c'mon...c'mon)Louder! (c'mon track cut)I am,A
rock hard trooper,To the bone, the bone, the bone.Full grown -
consider me - stone!Once again and,I say it for you to know.The
troop is always ready.I yell `geronimo'.Your cia, you see i
ain't kiddin'.Both king and x they got ridda'
both.A story untold, true, but unknown.Professor griff
knows..."yo, i ain't no toast!"And,And not the
braggin' or boastin' and plus,It ain't no secret
why they're tappin' my phone,Although i can't
keep it a secret,So i decided to kick it, yo.And yes it weighs a
ton,I say it once again,I'm called the enemy - i'll
never be a friend,Of those with closed minds, don't know
i'm rapid,The way that i rap it,Is makin' 'em tap
it, yeah.Never servin 'em well, 'cause i'm an
un-tom.It's no secret at all.Cause i'm louder than a
bomb.C'mon, c'mon.Louder! louder. (c'mon,
c'mon...c'mon) (x6)Louder! (c'mon track
cut)(it's yours)Cold holdin' the load,The burden
breakin' the mold.I ain't lyin' denyin',
because they're checkin' my code.Am i buggin'
'cause they're buggin' my phone,For
information,No tellin' who's sellin' out or power
buildin' the nation so...Joinin' the set, the point
blank target,Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget,
no.Takin' the blame is not a waste,Here taste,A bit of the
song so you can never be wrong.Just a bit of advice, 'cause
we be payin' the price,'cause every brother mans life
is like swingin' the dice, right?Here it is, once againThis
is,The brother to brother,The terminator, the cutter.Goin'
on an' on - leave alone the grownGet it straight in
'88, an' i'll troop it to demonstrateThe posse
always ready,98 at 98.My posse come quick,Because my posse got
velocity.Tappin' my phone,Never leave me alone,I'm
even lethal when i'm un-armed.'cause i'm louder
than a bomb.C'mon, c'mon.Louder! louder. (c'mon,
c'mon...c'mon) (x7)(all right)'cause the d is for
dangerous,You can come and get some of this.I teach and speak,So
when its spoke, it's no joke.The voice of choice,The place
shakes with bass,(called one for the treble)The rhythm is the
rebel!Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin'
on.Just thinkin' i'm breakin' the beats i'm
rappin' on.Cia, fbi, all they tell us is lies.When i say it
they get alarmed.'cause i'm louder than a bomb!