4 Broz By Broz - Ragin' at Half Mast lyrics

[J. Rage-a] They call me J. Rage-a and I keep my sh** tight Engineer by day, journalist by night Been rapping straight up since the day I was born Half Mast can vouch, I write lyrical p**n Make dicks stand at attention, can create a monsoon In the deep south region us two-timers call 'poon' But I'm not here to shock or offend your sensibilities I'm looking to increase my lyrical fertility You claim you got the beats that get all the chicks dancin' By the rhymes that you bust make you sound like Hanson You flow is straight pathetic and your diction: reprehensible A job for you at K-Mart would be much more sensible But if you want to run with the biggest and the best I can write all your lyrics, help you cheat on the hip hop test The cost of inspiration won't be value priced My rates will leave you saying "Jesus H.Q. Christ!" [MC Half Mast] They call me Half Mast in the hood that I'm from A place called The Pines - like one person has a gun Make you sh** yourself - Revenge of Montezuma Hitting you with rhymes faster than a crippled puma Never ate dinner at a place called Dave 'n' Busters So don't you even ask, you motherf**ing motherf***ers Saving the day just like Batman and Robin Boned eighty b**hes and my dick's still throbbin' I'm sometimes called Verizon cause I like to have 4gies When five is too much, and three is only company Don't mind a critique, but I hate heavy scrutiny You haters look weak, 'specially when you start saluting me You listen to these rhymes, there's no way you think they're whack Cause I am running sh** - a goddamn turd on this track [J. Rage-a] J. Rage-a and Half Mast, rap duel for the ages Bringing wisdom to hip-hop, cause we both be sages But it's time to sign out, so sayonara, f**ers You can't touch these two-timing s**ers You kiss your mother with that mouth? sh**!