1.31.2006
Brogg:
I grab the mic.
Here’s lil Romeo talking the smack
Yellin’ Power Kill, an’ casting Power Word Crap
Aight Romeo if that’s how you play
But dishin’ on Timberlake jus cuz he’s gay?
C’mon JR, at least the boy’s out
You’re like “I’m on the DL”, with balls in yo mouth!
16th level Bard? –You’re a Skald you retard!
No, with your 3 Charisma you ain’t even able
Here or lower you can only be Romeo
-Reads the Player's Handbook Cha Table!
And John, just cuz I fucked ya don’t mean that I’m gay
I just got a habit of treating bitches that way
And I’m hoping you’re ready, for a replay
Cuz my lyrics are gonna dog ya without the foreplay
Wait, what did I say in that lyrical display?
Did you fall prey to my dope communiqué?
Rhymes are coming from every which way!
You’re in disarray and I’m spittin’ away
C’mon think fast, for something to say!
Or is my wordplay too far underway?
Check your attache –oh, it’s full of cliché
What’s that?
You want to say something, to enter the fray?
John be careful, your rhymes are passe
And I’ve got more Charms than Morgan le Fay
-I’ll tell you what, John, let’s call it a day.
Cuz just like a ray from radioactive decay
Yo lyrics were sterilized by my fresh repartee!
But look at this sucka with a crown on his hat
Trying to self-promote John? You afraid of the vote?
You best put it down, or roll for combat.
That’s right, I said combat, you yellow-bellied crook
You think I keep this sword for the way that it looks?
-It’s power to the people at the Triple Crown B
And I think it’s up to them to choose the King of MCs.
I step up to Romeo.
Here’s lil Romeo talking the smack
Yellin’ Power Kill, an’ casting Power Word Crap
Aight Romeo if that’s how you play
But dishin’ on Timberlake jus cuz he’s gay?
C’mon JR, at least the boy’s out
You’re like “I’m on the DL”, with balls in yo mouth!
16th level Bard? –You’re a Skald you retard!
No, with your 3 Charisma you ain’t even able
Here or lower you can only be Romeo
-Reads the Player's Handbook Cha Table!
And John, just cuz I fucked ya don’t mean that I’m gay
I just got a habit of treating bitches that way
And I’m hoping you’re ready, for a replay
Cuz my lyrics are gonna dog ya without the foreplay
Wait, what did I say in that lyrical display?
Did you fall prey to my dope communiqué?
Rhymes are coming from every which way!
You’re in disarray and I’m spittin’ away
C’mon think fast, for something to say!
Or is my wordplay too far underway?
Check your attache –oh, it’s full of cliché
What’s that?
You want to say something, to enter the fray?
John be careful, your rhymes are passe
And I’ve got more Charms than Morgan le Fay
-I’ll tell you what, John, let’s call it a day.
Cuz just like a ray from radioactive decay
Yo lyrics were sterilized by my fresh repartee!
But look at this sucka with a crown on his hat
Trying to self-promote John? You afraid of the vote?
You best put it down, or roll for combat.
That’s right, I said combat, you yellow-bellied crook
You think I keep this sword for the way that it looks?
-It’s power to the people at the Triple Crown B
And I think it’s up to them to choose the King of MCs.
I step up to Romeo.
