Brother Rapp
James Brown Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, here I come
Baby, here I come
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, yeah
Baby, here I come
Baby, here I come, hey
Baby, here I come
I want you
Good God, to sit down
Put your hand across your lap
Get yourself together
I'm ready
I'm ready, hey
Sit down, baby
And put your hand
Your hand across your lap
Let me sit down
And listen to my rap
I wanna write, good God
The Soul book, so good
Baby, I wanna cook
Baby, yeah
Now, baby, lookie here
I wanna tell you bout
The book I wanna cook
Good God
Get down in the pot
I said my body getting hot
Yeah, I don't have
A whole lot left, good God
But I can do my thing
Get back, my bad self
Now, baby, sit down, sit down
Listen here, lay your
Hands across your lap
Get ready
Listen to me
The brother got the rap
I want the band, the band
To take me to the bridge
Take me to the bridge
Take me now
Got to, got to, got to...
Hey, hey, hey
Baby, good God
Hey, lord, lord, lord...
Put your hands across your lap
I wanna rap
I got to what I do
For me and you
Let me, let me, let me
Get next to, baby

Get next to you
Let me get, let me get
Let me get, let me
Let me, let me get
Next to you, baby
Now, Maceo, brother
Brother, now brother Maceo
Grab your horn
March over here, brother
Brother, brother Maceo
Grab your horn and march over here
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
Wanna watch you blow
Good God, so I can go
Before I go, come on, Maceo
Lookie here now
Lay your horn across your lap, brother
Yeah, brother
Me and you, just the two
Me and you, me and you
You know, you know
You know, you know...
Play, little brother
Good God
Put your horn in your lap
Good God, Maceo
Now brother, lay your horn
Lay your horn right there
In your lap, lookie here
Lay your horn in your lap
Let the brother back up
And get the thing together
I wanna rap
I said, baby, up in here
Whoa, baby, whoa
Here I come, here I come
Good God
I'm standing in the back
My soul is heavy, good God
My body getting hot
Baby, baby, baby
My body getting hot
Dong dong dong...
Lookie here
It's your thing, your thing
Thing, thing, thing
Thing, thing, thing




Take your thing, take your thing
It's your thing, it's your thing...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of James Brown's song "Brother Rapp" express his desire to write a book about soul, and he wants his band to take him to the bridge so that he can get there. Brown urges his female listener to sit down and listen to his rap while he cooks the book. He even implores Maceo, who plays the horn, to march over and lay his horn across his lap, so they can play soul, and because his body is getting hot, he wants to get next to the woman.


The song's lyrics contain themes of rhythm & blues, funk, and soul, which are common in James Brown's music. "Brother Rapp" is one of the bounciest tracks on the album, with a fun and infectious rhythm that features Brown's signature funk sound. The tune has a fast tempo that exemplifies the way Brown moved with such grace on stage.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Expressing excitement and readiness


Baby, here I come
Announcing that the singer is ready to perform


Baby, baby, baby, baby
Addressing the listener in a friendly and informal manner


I want you
Expressing desire for the listener's attention


Good God, to sit down
Urging the listener to relax and focus on the performance


Put your hand across your lap
Instructing the listener to sit still


Get yourself together
Encouraging the listener to become mentally prepared


Let me sit down
Asking for permission to begin the performance


I wanna write, good God
Expressing a desire to create music that is great and inspiring


The Soul book, so good
Describing the style and quality of music the singer aspires to create


Baby, I wanna cook
Using a colloquial phrase to express a desire to create music that is hot, energetic, and exciting


I said my body getting hot
Expressing enthusiasm and readiness to perform


Let me get next to you, baby
Asking for physical and emotional closeness with the listener


Grab your horn and march over here
Requesting a musical performance by Maceo Parker


Play, little brother
Encouraging Maceo Parker to start playing his horn


It's your thing, it's your thing
Acknowledging the power and individuality of the listener's preferences and tastes


Take your thing, take your thing
Encouraging the listener to follow their own path and pursue their own goals




Writer(s): James Brown

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