4 broz by broz - meditationz lyrics
[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 -ss 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 f-cking bone, use a piece, stem cell a clone
and use that motherf-cker to smash your f-cking 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 sh-t 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, melville, locke
i’m like raskolnikov but with a motherf-cking 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!
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