1.31.2006
Brogg:
Brogg gets back up on stage. Takes a long look at Romeo, and cues the beat.
(Note: Brogg is dropping a new 3rd Level Spell: Summon True Playas)
Yo, His palms are sweaty, feels weak, armor’s heavy
There's vomit on his mail already, -Greetles’ spaghetti
He's nervous, but he tries to look calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he lost concentration
The spells he’s got, PFE or Precipitation?
Should be Remove Fear, or maybe Withdraw
Is he choking? -Are Brogg’s rhymes flawed?
The round's run out, make a save, buddy!
Oh, Snap! Back to reality, it’s a… Natural 20!
Damn, you thought it’d be easy?! -thought you’d get lucky?
G’s Chosen gets queasy, falls to da Colonel of Kentucky?
Hell no! That just ain’t so. Grab yo die, make yo throw!
Brogg is spittin’ and heads will roll!
I could play this fast, but I’ll take it slow.
Put on a show and let lesser G’s know
H4 fell like snow when I ran it solo!
Still, allow me some playas, if you will.
-Yo, just to give props, not to partake.
Wassup, Snoop, P. Diddy, J. Timberlake!?
(Playas: Yo Brogg, this beat's gonna break! -link)
When Andicorn fell they was all like: Broggtorious!
Cuz G-Bane grants skillz to make me victorious!
That’s right, I’m representin’ tha Almighty G!
Fuck MoP! -in time they’ll see.
Mysterious X, He’s got nothin’ on me
‘Cept his degree of GrandMaster Pussy!
But degrees ain’t shit when it’s down to the rounds
And my red-hot broadsword just won’t simmer down!
Cause then it’s Bitch-smack! from outta nowhere!
And I’m all like: “Hey pal, while you’re down there…”
“My rhymes are special!” –That’s what they told ya?!
Sorry champ, you watch too much Oprah.
Maybe “Special Cuts” is more like your speed.
They set the bar low, and you always succeed! (Timberlake: Yay!)
But this Cut is cold and you’ve been cold-clocked
Are ya really so shocked your rap has been rocked?
Just do us a favor and cut your rhymes short
Don’t understand? –Yo, look in your shorts
An’ if you throw in the towel, I won’t mention tha warts.
Oh look, he’s au fait! -He’s got no retort. (P. Diddy: Au fait, yo.)
Well, good game sport, you gave it your all.
But Brogg is all runnin’, and you can’t even crawl.
So Romeo, let me close out this rhyme
Once upon a time, you heard lyrics sublime
They blew your mind, as you were maligned (Snoop: Byatch!)
Left far behind, you just couldn’t contend.
Brogg attended Cold Cut, and it was The End.
Brogg nods to his playas as they fade out of existence.
(Note: Brogg is dropping a new 3rd Level Spell: Summon True Playas)
Yo, His palms are sweaty, feels weak, armor’s heavy
There's vomit on his mail already, -Greetles’ spaghetti
He's nervous, but he tries to look calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he lost concentration
The spells he’s got, PFE or Precipitation?
Should be Remove Fear, or maybe Withdraw
Is he choking? -Are Brogg’s rhymes flawed?
The round's run out, make a save, buddy!
Oh, Snap! Back to reality, it’s a… Natural 20!
Damn, you thought it’d be easy?! -thought you’d get lucky?
G’s Chosen gets queasy, falls to da Colonel of Kentucky?
Hell no! That just ain’t so. Grab yo die, make yo throw!
Brogg is spittin’ and heads will roll!
I could play this fast, but I’ll take it slow.
Put on a show and let lesser G’s know
H4 fell like snow when I ran it solo!
Still, allow me some playas, if you will.
-Yo, just to give props, not to partake.
Wassup, Snoop, P. Diddy, J. Timberlake!?
(Playas: Yo Brogg, this beat's gonna break! -link)
When Andicorn fell they was all like: Broggtorious!
Cuz G-Bane grants skillz to make me victorious!
That’s right, I’m representin’ tha Almighty G!
Fuck MoP! -in time they’ll see.
Mysterious X, He’s got nothin’ on me
‘Cept his degree of GrandMaster Pussy!
But degrees ain’t shit when it’s down to the rounds
And my red-hot broadsword just won’t simmer down!
Cause then it’s Bitch-smack! from outta nowhere!
And I’m all like: “Hey pal, while you’re down there…”
“My rhymes are special!” –That’s what they told ya?!
Sorry champ, you watch too much Oprah.
Maybe “Special Cuts” is more like your speed.
They set the bar low, and you always succeed! (Timberlake: Yay!)
But this Cut is cold and you’ve been cold-clocked
Are ya really so shocked your rap has been rocked?
Just do us a favor and cut your rhymes short
Don’t understand? –Yo, look in your shorts
An’ if you throw in the towel, I won’t mention tha warts.
Oh look, he’s au fait! -He’s got no retort. (P. Diddy: Au fait, yo.)
Well, good game sport, you gave it your all.
But Brogg is all runnin’, and you can’t even crawl.
So Romeo, let me close out this rhyme
Once upon a time, you heard lyrics sublime
They blew your mind, as you were maligned (Snoop: Byatch!)
Left far behind, you just couldn’t contend.
Brogg attended Cold Cut, and it was The End.
Brogg nods to his playas as they fade out of existence.
