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4 Broz By Broz pt. I

by 4 Broz By Broz

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1.
The Get Down 03:04
[Stephen Genes the Magnanimous] Steve Genes on the Dream Team Rising straight to the top like the true cream I'm cooler than cool beans and hot like I'm preteen Tight like I'm sardines - now check it Let's be truthful, I dominate shit like Metamucil My flow goes hard - take a bite and chip a tooth, fool Go on and make yourself useful Straight from the roofs, I'm the gallows and the noose [DJ Oatmeal] I'm telling news on the mic Like Walter Cronkite And to all you other rappers who all sound alike: I'm the flow-faster master, a Katrina disaster On the charts I outlast ya and I move right past ya Because I'm front and center, the feature attraction And I rhyme so fast that you need closed-caption It was nice to meet ya, but now I'm going to eat ya Because I slice you up and 'put it in the pizza' [Saruman of Many Kronics] They call me Saruman of Many Kronics Electric Pokemon aren't effective against Onyx You might catch me watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit Or dropping fresh beats like Milton Babbitt Smooth like pahoehoe, sharp like A'a For those who aren't hip that's 'liquid hot magma' Telling fresh tales like Geoffrey Chaucer Blowing your mind like a flying saucer No, I'm not tripping and I know I'm the best And I don't give a darn if I fail my driver's test Dark Star into Truckin' into Wharf Rat to Dark Star Gotta take a leak but I'll return like Jafar [Tater Chips] Smoke three joints with the Grateful Dead Ate a log a cheese with a gun to my head Killed twelve hookers for a loaf of bread Turned water into wine, bless ya ass with lead No, my rhymes ain't swag - they Panama Red Crossed the Sahara Desert with a dog and a sled Got a million man army that's very well fed When it comes to Danson, I'm just like Ted Drink a forty ounce on Calvary where Jesus Bled Sold my soul to Satan in a tool shed Fix your lacerations with a needle and thread Had your sister, wife, and grandma naked in your mamma's bed My drug of choice is Sudafed Grab a stack of fan mail for the daily shred Put a bomb in the ignition of your moped No one want to hear your rhymes, they listen to mine instead [J. Rage-a] Ninety-nine percent of the ladies can't be wrong Got girls climbing my legs trying to get to my schlong Just step back, take a seat, and take a number You got to take turns to get a piece of this lumber Yes, I know I'm fly, and my whip is Intriguing And I'm sure that you've heard of all the paper I'm receiving But you got to ask yourself if you can hang with the Rage-a When you make up your mind, just hit up my pager [Stephen Genes the Magnanimous] Virgin inside the flower, yet hours of golden showers My stream of pee is retarded, I'm the shit and I farted No, I don't eat man meat because I'm a vegetarian But if you're very thin and you cum real quick I'll suck that dick fo sho, though No homo!
2.
3 on the Mic 03:43
[DJ Oatmeal] My name is not Rutherford, they call me Michael Hayes And my shit is like Pogs, because I'm the latest craze I'm fly, I'm shy, I'm fly I repeat: I walk right past you when I see you on the street You know my shows sell more tickets than New Hope prequels Make more money than Chipmunk Squeakquels I am the master, and you are the apprentice I beat your ass down when we play table tennis Because you rhyme fast, but I rhyme faster Get over on Kerr like my man Lancaster Because I am a man out on a mission: Supreme, sublime lyrical acquisition Playing beats on my box, making music for my people Know a lot of MCs, but none are my equal I'm your obsession, you came confessin' You get denied and pay your shrink for a session Roll around town, got my nine by my side Knocked off Fifth Third like Bonnie and Clyde I'm dusted, not rusted, and my crew comes first You mess with Sucka Slim, and you go home in a hearse Cause we got enough crack-outs, trying to befriend us Get ready for some truth, pass the mic to Phantom Menace [The Phantom Menace, a.k.a. Saruman of Many Kronics] Howdy-doo, it's the Phantom Menace I'm a frickin' Sith Lord, I ain't no apprentice Watch a PBS special on Jack the Ripper Watch it once for me, and once for the Gipper Shout out to my man lil' 2k10 He's got rhymes, and better time than Big Ben DJ Oatmeal innovates like Wayne Szalinski J. Rage-a causes riots like Igor Stravinsky Steve Gene's favorite movie is Ernest Goes to Jail I'd make Half Mast a sandwich, but my bread went stale 4 Broz By Broz, fortune and fame You talking 'bout practice? I'm talking 'bout the game! Got bad sneakers, like Donald Fagen And I'm more Cosmic than Carl Sagan Like Yukon Cornelius, I got silver and gold And I beat Doom II when I was four years old If you don't believe me, get a lie detector We can put the results on an overhead projector I'mma make like a banana and split Tangerines use the mic as you see fit [H Nasty Bamboo Shoots a.k.a. Tangerines] Tangerines on the scene and I'm silken clean My rhymes are so sick, they'll turn your body green Make you bend over the toilet like Gordita Supremes Make your hair fall out like chemotherapy Skeet in your cereal like Skeeter's Jizzy Cheerios Perform high-flying acrobatics just like Ray Mysterio I overheard you asking silly questions to your grandpa You didn't know? I'm all about the za! I do drugs like I was ten feet tall And I once got accosted while I was pooping at the mall I've seen a couple more ladies than Stevie Wonder And I pleasured them til they roared like thunder I Like to bed them at The Purple Grape And tape shapes of Severus Snape get raped on their nape Now H Nasty Bamboo Shoots gonna get dippin' Me and DJ Oatmeal gonna have a a Pabst Blue Ribbon
3.
Meditationz 02:35
[DJ Oatmeal] I'm ziplocked, with my get fresh flow on My prose explodes just like an Edgar Allan poem I'm a grizzled vet, a twelve-year pro But I'm not above a little quid pro quo I got the savoir faire in my dance and my walk I got the funky ass beats and all you do is gawk Lil 2k10's gonna wield some clout So, Jim, get on the mic and turn it out! [Lil 2k10] I'll break your fucking bone, use a piece of ??? And use that motherfucker to smash your fucking dome I may be mad, but I ain't bad, I'll CT scan you up with rad Engineer you a new skeleton made of ice and chrome [DJ Oatmeal] Just dropping in and I see the track's gellin' Got a long wooden staff just like Ian McKellen Well, I'm the Lady's Choice - like Hugh Jackman Just try and beat my bro at Ms. Pacman Like Spock to Kirk - or Nash to Dirk You want to sound like this? Well, this shit takes work The Grundle Bundle is in full effect Now my bro takes the mic so give him some respect [Lil 2k10] Listen closely now; I'm going to set your mind free Turn off your TV, check my man Dostoyevsky David Foster Wallce, Nabokov, ??? I'm like Raskolnikov but with a motherfucking Glock And I unload it fast, but not as quick as I shred Ripping through Comin at Ya with some Tears to Forget Pick up my six string, She plays like bells ring When I get into the zone, I can make my baby sing, she's saying: Yea, yea, that's my girl Debra! [DJ Oatmeal] Midas touch, all my track's are gold They had to invent a number for how many I've sold Well, you think I'm a chump? Take a tape of your farts Remix your dump and have it topping the charts A powerful display, but now I must parlay The mic to my bro, cause he got something to say: "Oatmeal in the clear, and here, represent!" And my style makes your mother dear pitch a tent And I give it to her soft "I give it to her hard" As I commandeer this track like Jean Luc Picard And I'm hitting my stride with my long lasting flavor 2k10 comes again, so check your behavior [Lil 2k10] What's up brah? "Not much, whatcha doing?" "Want to party, mang?" Well I got a keg brewing A bout of Imperial Stout, get some Pabst, cause I'm out Let's play some Sensei, cause I'm thinking BLAOW!
4.
[J. Rage-a] They call me J. Rage-a and I keep my shit tight Engineer by day, journalist by night Been rapping straight up since the day I was born Half Mast can vouch, I write lyrical porn Make dicks stand at attention, can create a monsoon In the deep south region us two-timers call 'poon' But I'm not here to shock or offend your sensibilities I'm looking to increase my lyrical fertility You claim you got the beats that get all the chicks dancin' By the rhymes that you bust make you sound like Hanson You flow is straight pathetic and your diction: reprehensible A job for you at K-Mart would be much more sensible But if you want to run with the biggest and the best I can write all your lyrics, help you cheat on the hip hop test The cost of inspiration won't be value priced My rates will leave you saying "Jesus H.Q. Christ!" [MC Half Mast] They call me Half Mast in the hood that I'm from A place called The Pines - like one person has a gun Make you shit yourself - Revenge of Montezuma Hitting you with rhymes faster than a crippled puma Never ate dinner at a place called Dave 'n' Busters So don't you even ask, you motherfucking motherf***ers Saving the day just like Batman and Robin Boned eighty bitches and my dick's still throbbin' I'm sometimes called Verizon cause I like to have 4gies When five is too much, and three is only company Don't mind a critique, but I hate heavy scrutiny You haters look weak, 'specially when you start saluting me You listen to these rhymes, there's no way you think they're whack Cause I am running shit - a goddamn turd on this track [J. Rage-a] J. Rage-a and Half Mast, rap duel for the ages Bringing wisdom to hip-hop, cause we both be sages But it's time to sign out, so sayonara, fuckers You can't touch these two-timing suckers You kiss your mother with that mouth? Shit!
5.
Cool Dudes 03:04
[Da Reel MC] Yo, I'm Da Reel , 4 Broz by Broz Man, I'm drunk as shit and I don't care who knows I'm making capital gains from my rapping and fame I'll blow your sister with a twister when I'm making it rain I got a colorful flow, that's why I'm covered in dough Like mace to your face, you're seeing double at our show You other rappers are a bore, it's a chore, need I say more I'm like the juicy apple, you're like the rotten core You other rappers are a pest, you should give it a rest You're a bunch of little birdies chirping up in your nest But me, I'm a hawk with a ten foot cock I'm hitting top of the pops while you're shitting on the sidewalk I'll keep on flowing til my hip don't hop They call me the toaster cause I make tarts pop I got more raps than Reynolds, I got more rhymes than buster My puns fill your buns with General Custer When I make my last stand, I'll have the mic in my hand Fucked the world and had a child, parenthood was never planned I'm drinking gin and tonic, tie it in with some chronic I'll make your girl's ass shake like plate tectonics When I'm up on it, I spit verse like a sonnet I leer like Shakespeare when I can see up your bonnet Let me turn it over now to my man, Tater Chips As he toasts the Holy Ghost as the words flow from his lips [Tater Chips] Uncle Pattie's Uncle drunk, so please remain calm I don't write lyrics, motherfucker I write psalms People always say I got the world in my hand When I whip out my cock at the poetry slam Got flint stones larger than the Hoover Dam Got two scoops of flavor like Raisin Bran Like Poison Ivy, I'll make you itch Bust a nut on your bread, call it a Tater Sandwich I'mma I'mma B, wait I already am Cause I'm snatching up your babies in an unmarked van Quit your boo-hooing, it's not so bad Forget about your parents, Tater Chips is your new dad! [Da Reel MC and Tater Chips] Earth - pack the bowl Fire - spark the spark Wind and water - that shit's good for your health When Captain Planet arrives, you know what we're gonna do? We save the world together - know why? Because we're cool dudes Billion dollar yachts, drinking fresh pots Cause we are the haves and you're the have-nots Got platinum plaques - three laudramats Got stacks of Dominos as tall as Fats Selling coke in Belize, saving kitties from trees Like school girls and priests, got those ladies on their knees Double fisting beers like it's our careers Time Magazine calls us Cool Dudes of the Year Diamonds on our wrist, gold teeth in our face Iconic rap status, that's Matt and Pat Chase

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Debut Rap EP for 4 Broz By Broz

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released March 28, 2013

4 Broz By Broz Features:

Stephen Genes the Magnanimous a.k.a. Joey "Shifty" Fingrrzz
DJ Oatmeal
Saruman of Many Kronics a.k.a. The Phantom Menace
Tater Chips
J. Rage-a a.k.a. The Journalist
Tangerines a.k.a. H Nasty Bamboo Shoots
lil' 2k10
MC Half Mast a.k.a. Dick Sucka Slim
Da Reel MC

The track list is:

1. The Get Down
2. 3 on the Mic
3. Meditationz
4. Ragin' at Half Mast
5. Cool Dudes

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