Ayo Ayo, it's Brodha V
2054, Yup!
Let’s go, Yo

Cruising all the way to New York from Massachusetts
I had to do this and talk with the batch of new kids
Well, props you got a few hits
On YouTube, you got some clout and u act stupid?
Go around yapping to the blogs and press
That rap in English ain't desi n I'm not the best
About you opting to rap in a popular language
And that I lack an audience, I’m not for the masses?
Then why you plead for a feature tryna impress me
You see me painting pictures with lyrics like I'm Da Vinci
Quotables that I provide in my ballads are plenty
For your favourite rapper to casually spit it back in Hindi
I never had radio and TV support
Y'all have labels and stuff yet you're feces, you're broke
I'm endorsing brands, yet you have the gall
To live off your dads, act like you have it all?
Please, you had no struggles, you got no scars
Plus your raps are like Gujarat, they got no bars
Y'all forget bout the South and the smaller states
We're never in your top 10s, can’t call you racists
But the mainstream media did not debate
Thuthukodi or Assam floods, are y’all just hating?
Now, back to just rapping, no one better than me
On the mic I go hard like an elephant's sneeze
Leave you black and blue like a smurf and his shadow
Careers going home in a hearse from the gallows
Impractical delusional artists
Claiming that you the shit, then I’m after you like a faucet
Why do you even want a problem, kid
U quick to take off like the PM on a foreign trip
Nan vaakyadhallirodhilla sullu
Nanna padhagalalli iruva sathya chuchuva mullu
Aye, Nanna guriya melidhe nanna kai
Nenne monne bandha makalra side-ige hogro nim ayy
I wreck a vet to the bits
The penmanship of a legend for which the requisite is eminent wit
Let me preface it with unsettling levels of grit
The illest set of vocals to ever layer a snare and a kick
Dead or alive, nobody I'm comparable with
Rapping this slick, is meant to make your mandibles slip
Imagine a thrill, my life is only accolades filled
Intangible skills, vernaculars could baffle your will
Mangle you with the grammar like I'm Shashi Tharoor
I bet you'll never see me coming like an ugly masseuse
Your girls slide into my contact list
For the hammer in my pants that even Thor can’t lift
Glow like a beaming Maserati with effervescent lights
And she be screaming like your paati on a turbulent flight
See I go harder with the wood than even Lucifer's axe
I get more head than medieval executioners, facts
You plan my fall, but I stand so tall
That I gotta sit down and crouch to shake hands with God
It's only virtually that you be sending me threats
Incapable pussies that couldn't turn a lesbian wet
Spot you like gynacs with binocs, miles from ahead
Came to break my spirit, but broke your hymen instead
Leave you cold in summers and watch your souls encompass
The fear of a jolt, woken up from a broken slumber
Looking at a rogue and plundering ghost that hovers
While you be hiding like porno mags in Snowden's bunker
Aye
Brodha V, The Real Face of Indian Rap
Made it look way too easy
Nandri!