Brodha V
The Illest On The Mic
[Verse 1: Smokey]
Rhyme legend got chicks to blow like 9/11
Where I'm living, killers get in line to climb heaven
I-pill in the girl who spent the night with him
Punch faster than cars driven by Kimi Räikkönen
Watch what you say, watch what you do
It’s risky fools, don't let my wrist be loose
I got 62's and the list includes
That my my slap make your head do frisbee moves
With my multies so dam funky, you don’t need Bob Marley
Ain't talkin bout my part but I do job hardly
Hardly do jobs cause I got the paper
That's green like the grass but I never re-cycle
I play lead out the mac till you lay dead
Sleep with spears in my bed like K-fed
I got some acid left, got my basics right
Make red turn blue in the litmus light
Like Ho Ho hoes in the Christmas fight
Listeners fight, for my CDs with a vicious might
Plus the fist is tight but don't mess with the guy
S-M-O-K-E-Y
[Chorus]:
Machas, repping the streets of B-Town
The illest on the mic
Machas, repping the streets of B-Town
The illest on the mic
[Verse 2: Brodha V]
I'm worse than gals wen it comes to argumental conversations
Debating till I leave a dead saint impatient
Its a shame how these kids fake it
But with my comeback I leave the minds of dead legends contemplating
Back with quotes and annotations
I‘m the cause for more blood loss than water leak in sanitation
Track is mine, take my hand, put the mic in it
It ain't no gimmick the minute Brodha V is in it
These are the illest of feet to touch streets
I'm like the only vegetarian that loves beef
On cross roads they say look to your left and right
But I say look straight, cause I might be on the other side
I'm like the cross breed of God and Devil
I make the dopest of metaphors look like awful riddles
Who that awesome kid is, who just talks with triggers
And a flow so smooth that makes water rigid
Haters can hate while they watch me grow
Put my dick in your mouth and you can fuck what you spoke
[Chorus]:
Machas, repping the streets of B-Town
The illest on the mic
Machas, repping the streets of B-Town
The illest on the mic