Brogg:
Aiight, prestidigitator, you warmed things up
Brogg is takin the mic, so don’t bust a nut
Was givin some props in tha in the VIP room
Sippin crys and scrawlin’ my nom de plume
Business before pleasure, hell, it’s a pleasure doing business.
And my business is a pleasure as you soon will witness.
So let everybody in this crowd get off th’ asses
Cause like gravitation I can move the masses
Yo, raise your hands up and clink your glasses
And get on my dope bus before it passes.
We’re takin’ a field trip to a new kinda school
Where party with yo neighbor is the Golden Rule.
And this bus ain’t never gonna run outta fuel
Cause I got more rhymes than a carpenter’s got tools
Yo, but these Cold Cut judges want to limit my time
And they gonna stop me although it’s a unkind
As the evidence will show these lyrics are sublime
An’ stopping my flow was the only true crime
So, I’ll come back an' cure ya like the hair of the dog
Cause when tha majority votes, they always vote Brogg!I look at John Romeo, like: What up Byatch?!