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Rhythmic American Poetry

by Brandon B

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"I get tore up from the floor up and never throw up. A little wine cooler and you wanna beat your hoe up" - E Swift "I couldn't give a fuck if your hoe don't dance" - Little Bruce
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Verse One (Brandon B) double up the vinyl sponsored by team wino taking out you suckas in the regional finals take the title I'm prone to the rhone varietals syrah, mourvedre, grenache, etc. me I'm gonna lecture you on how to day drink right fuck what they think let's get on a hype I did it big last night I'm feeling right on a saturday I start early you're on a delay aye were heading down to the buena vista to get a couple irish coffees in our system then gold dust lounge and old ship saloon because it aint day drinking if you start after noon you see chugging is the method by which I prefer to drink my wine so I’m never falling behind I started off at 9 you had a mimosa dont try to front housewife on the culture (Chorus) back in the bay and I’m laughin at a basehead glad that aint me I’m just mid-day wasted some may say that I’m way OGa least fifty duckets is what you owe me Verse Two (Z-Man) this isn't caddyshack and I aint sober as a gofer I'm blacked out with my tongue down a heffers throat thats what the witness spoke all bad business though I was a fuckin fool and if I wasn't with you I would never know wakin up 11:59 in the morning hit the store and got the IPA pouring I'm secretly important champagne and orange juice keep me georgous more or less photogenic for yall to remember cuz the girls take a selfie with me, the server and the bartender our agenda the patio is something similar and my liver's probably looking like the steak at sizzler when you die would you take it with ya spill a lil liquor our the sangria pitcher yall lookin down on the lifestyle hypocrites are pre-shifting right now Verse Three (Brandon B) off abilify high I lost 30 g's gambling made it all back through aggressive panhandling mandalay bay I can’t wait to go back and break the gambini off of my first whack of the weekend, parlay the bet giants win got a poolside cabana and it aint even 10 I just got paid then spent it all again off of God knows what but at least I’m all in bumpin mac mall at the baymont Inn its a beautiful day to take the cutlass for a spin I'm living for the moment all the way to the end and have smooth finish like an argentinian zin yea they kicked your boy out but still let me back in I eat one meal a day that's how I stay slim see you on the links be there before 10 we took a 3 day vacation and we'll do it again
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Verse One (Brandon B) I say rap is just crap without the C then pause for your reaction to see if you agree the commercial on tv perpetuates and imagery that I dont want associated with me I was raised on the classics EPMD before that it was crash crew, treacherous 3 had to do my research just to earn the right to grab the mic and your verse better be tight nowadays you can mumble phrase over a beat then rinse, repeat 'til intellect is obsolete without any context you associate rap music with guns and sex and view it as a threat to your limited mindset, rednecks hate it I respect the art form and thats why I create it in your eyes im juvenile and a failure at that so dont be surprised if I dont tell you I rap Verse Two (Equipto) we freestyled the whole night with no mic got the finest 2 radicals from both sides as we learned it was more than a dope rhyme and we we're livin by the code back in '05 sittin on a gold mine 49 ways to skin a cat so my significance to spit a rap something like a hidden fact we're still going by the manuscript walking with a staff speaking vanglorious ways it was never a phase just a real moment you say its a thing of the past but they still quote it you can compare the golden era to the next one theres so much we're unaware of so salute to those resisting with dedication and respect the pioneers and the last generation of kids that hit lab dont treat it like a business stick with your vision and keep in mind this is rhythmic
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Verse One (Brandon B) blasting off to infinity again in this mind state there really is no end you can go on for hours just kickin it live not a care in the world keeping the dream alive we keep our spirits high and our standards low is a mantra I learned in the dives of Chico from the SF hills to the forests of Asheville we do it big like a French tourist on Bastille that’s real tonight I might go to jail hit the internet later and crowd source my bail I’ll tell Jonny Manziel fuck the NFL then he partied with us at the Palms Hotel you can already tell I’m a Gurp City vet hit the strip in a beat up ass drop corvette benzi box in effect mantronix cassette a couple shots of fernet and cold rock the set now I’m on the edge of oblivion again taking it the furthest that I possibly can on demand I let my mind expand on through the outer reaches of the MGM Grand we're on a hype tonight all across the land and you only got to see what was caught on cam wildin out know what I’m talking about mix the bass ale with the guinness stout Verse Two (Topr) it's the return of your favorite degenerate flow that had your wife on the jock like a decade ago gurp city party ethic more than reputable its legendary ask any bartender they know Im a walking urban myth and my flow is legit rustoleum drips on my warriors fit a real gangster ass nerd roll dice and shoot krit blood money on the bar and I over tip they say I aint relevant and thats fine with me I hit the dui check in a time machine high off ski with my mind on freeze swervin side show 360 degrees in 5D seeing colors that dont even exist mental drift in an ouot of a temple rift to an alternate earth where were all on gurp the dumb go smart and no body gotta work theres a party on the edge of the universe Imma swing through real quick and do a verse then head back to the turf punch in on the clock tell your girl to hold my drink start doing the wop its lord top kickin back with a fifth in my lap old school like the pager on the bill of your cap word to bullet proof scratch im built to last and your bitch aint shit unless shes filling my glass Verse Three (Z-Man) fuck a motley crew were the party crew well sedate you with liquor and barbeque i may be on aderal but I offer shrooms but dont do em both at once like zamon would do im on one too placing all bets with cheaters cuz im full of a lot of liters of lagunitas out in Gurp City! a lot of predrinking before the weekend evenings yes i am recording in my 40's drinking a 40 pouring another 40 out telling a story about a culture with low self esteem american dream veteran mc's with liver disease who wanna kick it with me and smoke dmt and discuss calculus over slot machines a lot of sour mcs got vinegar on the brain and been bitter since a lemon seed never will it change cuz I been in the game doing my thang like hanibal I feel a pill you still wanna drug me understandable I got parents but I raised myself and rellies in the street would occasionally help I put gurp city on the map but not on my own theres a lot of drunk muthsfuckas out on the road ready to blow shrewed and Im ready go all winning some are beginning and ready to go out in gurp city
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Verse One (Philo) let's side old school chevrolet I'm a stone cold pro I never play I want my cheddar today always pay me on time and if you aint got my money better get on the grind I predict a bitch future like taro she gone switch when she sees the kit on the camaro get to sippin that cuervo comin out her apparel but Im a mack baby girl cuero me denero rollin down ofarrell brandon b in the passenger seat no one savager seven days a week on your calendar nothing discreet with a hood full of horses and a trunk full of beat they cant help but peep then they fall in love 2:30 everybody pervin after the club I got trunk drank she said she aint got time but then she saw the camaro and changed her mind Verse Two (Brandon B) I got a mind control method thats proven effective anytime that shes choosin you get selected on the spot got my old school outta the shop bend a corner on ofarell hit a parking spot and turn the music up filling up my red cup got a party in the street san francisco what up I got a new maro off of 16th and potrero this girl asked for my name I cold said it was darrel cuz im a mack trying to bring lakeside back its all the way live anytime I ride the track see back in the day they wouldn't look my way till I came up on a seven tray chevrolet oh now its ok my car is transcendental got the mastercard ready to cover the incidentals at the mark hopkins intercontinental she don't have to know, that it was a rental Verse Three (Brandon B) now I know Charlie Mack was the first out of the limo but I’m darryl mack the first out of the Camaro suckas still losing their keys to their alero I already came up whats up desus and mero outside the bodega the systems slappin the crowd starts attracting when the fist fams rappin what happened? I remember back when they would call me a distraction now it’s time for some action so now I’m curious what made you flip so quick I know you cant be serious I really aint shit and I’m just sort of a fool so I thank god that I could afford the old school over the years I saved a couple of G’s for the 68 falcon lights 90 degrees me and Philo in a dark blue mero blasting the click on the embarcadero
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Verse One (Brandon B) steppin out to the garage make a pipe out of an apple come back and dive into a barrage of samples man we'll clear 'em later Im about to burn another acre with Brycon the devastating beat creator touch down in SF and Im tweeting competition meet me at club 93 on 9th & mission where the chicks pack heat like it's tapatio doped up like russian athletes in rio in other words, you dont really want to go there you might as well give your wallet to that crack head in a wheel chair you fanatic my style is sporadic og intellectual west coast Ive had it for a while now Im straight outta gurp city yall youre looking shook like a quaker in a titty bar I know you fellas got your tipping dollars ready but these greedy cindarellas get none of my fetti and if the dancer tells you plans to have the baby thats when you call gizelle like your man tom brady im as wicked as ice cube in a boston dive slamming a bottle of petes way back in 95 I dont know what you want me to tell you Im a idiot savant with some software to sell you the fact that I rap is abnormally odd but believe it or not Ive been blessed by the rap gods Verse Two (Brandon B) I dont always smoke indica but when I do Im guaranteed to smoke a whole lot more than you pacific ocean view we got a smoke filled room I know the hotel staff will come knocking soon without fail I expect management to pay a visit so Im always queuing up Mantronix who is it who is it? im getting drunk with scott dissick we both fell off the wagon tell courtney to stick it walkling down the block and you say thats him I bought my fried chicked off of fillmore slim international pimping accepting payments by venmo Im way too swass your girlfriend is a bremelo but can you ask if she could swing me by bevmo I'll take a hit from the apple pipe and never let go yo from the pacific to atlantic g rocks the homeboys and the girlies get frantic
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Verse One (Brandon B) come visit us in santa barbara sayin that you will but you never do we’ll take your ass down to the harbor and slap you in the face with the ocean view having guests gives us an excuse to clean the house by the end of the summer we’re gonna try to bring you out rob lowe knows what I’m talking about we’ll private charter the channel Islands to the south santa ynez mountain range is majestic I went to the gauchos game and got ejected they could tell that I wasn’t from here but I’m a resident now and pure order is my beer and by the time you get here I’ll be at the Tiburon on the professors pitcher is what I’m sippin from we belong together we’ve got the perfect weather take a walk with me east beach to Ledbetter Verse Two (Brandon B) the goleta k-mart is ghetto as hell taco bell on hollister I’d avoid as well Spa day at Bacara club soda with iitos dinner reservations with oprah in montecito at lucky’s I ordered the porterhouse let us pay for the dinner and later we’ll sort it out all throughout the funk zone you’ll know where to find me either lafond or at santa barbara Winery remind me again of your reason to stay home? I know you want to take some new pics with your phone I know you want to visit our neighborhood Von’s we’ll fire up the Shalhoob with sautéed prawns longboards for the view…and tourist crowds at Old King’s Road there’s no wankers allowed let’s make it a weekend to remember and I’ll be playing chumash toward the end of september Verse Three (Brandon B) it goes grassini, oreana, dv8 stumbled out with a full glass by mistake we'll drink enough wine to fill cahuma lake and chucks of hawaii's on la cumbre and state from the breakwater we'll hop on the land shark with a beverage that we bought from the boat launch mini mart trying to convince you fools to come over and we'll hike 3 pools if were not to hungover
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Verse One (Brandon B) At the point south mountain and I’m holding my chalice Blowing kush that's OG the sculpin’s ballast Showcasing our talents on the mental improv You can spit a written but that’s not my job we stand out at the high school reunion as the only white fools in the black student union pina coladas with my boy Steve Biko carne asada street tacos no pico I’m at the dive bar you’re at the salad bar Tech geek Imma delete you’re avatar I’m cold blooded like rick james bro if you try to short change on my stage show I know they aint gonna love me like they love pac But I will get respect when I rock the spot Gonna rip it to the universe you know how we do it And this rap right here has been presented by Buick Verse Two (Dev Rambis) Fire up a joint at the point view's breathtaking 100 proof player in the game no spectating I can wait to get new shoes land lover livin life like Im on a booze cruise guess I didnt know the ledge in a pearl buick regal no L's no reg went from heartbroke to king of the deep stroke now every night is a live remake of deep throat hit the dank spit game when my eyes drop no gimmicks no pizza hut hi-tops never run out of drugs at the pharmacy thats the day I quit rap and start singing r&b lick a shot at the vocal coach villain trying to make a living off filling and killing hope at the point drunk feeling dope just blessed my city just like the pope Verse Three (Jaymorg) Funk master flex on a drunk bastard get rambis to snap on him after all of my homies rap thats automatic the air is aeromatic and the neighbors got static no electricity, shwag ass canaibis stuck on the couch like these other sports analysts lookin at my rear view is not what I adhere to and keep a little weirdo outta my earlobe im on a good one when im in the place might open up the door and spray some beer in your face its not my house but imma act like I own it and i brought the paper towels for the mess in the morning cleaning up sucka mc's with one verse keep 'em on the bench like a base god curse coming in first never second or third place still on earth Im just giving you a taste
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Verse One (Brandon B) I chill on the low like a bag of pruno then hit the stage and blow it up like san bruno you don't know about Brandon B fool I keep shit lit like pg&e my uncanny ability to attract security is astounding watch floor management surround me because I'm poppin they wont let go I'm an animal I do my grocery shopping at petco 1 time for the sketchy liquor stores 2 times for the personal injury lawyers Hetch hetchy water reservior is where we bury the body lets go warriors california living like andre hicks and my partnas from the bay eddie K and luke sick at it for a minute married to this rap shit and my girls wedding ring comes from spits Verse Two (Luke Sick) killa cali is said just to warn ya its class 4 up in northern california greedy little zombie looking morbid in a porsche posted on the curb bruh sparking the chirp up infectious the westside virus is catching in seconds your high risk betting and fetty fetching steady not letting you lames anywhere near me hear me? you can find me where the beer be on the beach underneath palm trees wearing the shorts to show off the knees on the streets 100 d-ball key blowing dank in the face of the cops never bow and kneel we got a west coast cali feel like rally wheels on a chevy mali alley ill its too real and bet the shit be odder still I rep the bay until I'm plotted in a potters field Verse Three (Eddie K) everybody wanna live where I stay cuz they know it goes down when they come to the bay if you come from the YAY you better get with me I'll introduce you to the yole boys VIP its the e-double, straight out the bubble unleash the muzzle watch the 40 guzzle in ca where you gurp out for 3 days come home just to reup on your wii play certified slapping from 8 whenever me play i'll give it to you again call that a replay you know cuts like an edm dj your girl only good for some late night bj off of jamie shots with my homeboy ej on that zha-zha thats a key play im bombin on these niggas thats a deep 3 walk up lights out kd game 3
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Verse One (Brandon B) I got nicki minaj at a trader joes wrestling with a hippy exchanging blows amber rose with a can of strohs at the beach putting lotion on her hammer toes sofia vergara in east oakland blowing big bammer from a soda can how bout ashley graham slanging honey baked hams out the back seat of her old man’s trans am I take cash on demand or you can leave me alone I’ve got pics that you wouldn’t believe in my phone I’m on you can tell I made it I’m the only photographer that khloe ever dated back when I used to work in calabasas connor was searching for those fat asses now I’m paid for camera flashes I want it all give me direct access Chorus (Michael Marshall) I don't know about yall but I want it all show me a sign and all of it's mine give me a chance and I'll make you dance so I'm gonna need that cash in advance Verse Two (Brandon B) ace of diamonds with van and michael j babcock vip and we got it on padlock got a dance one-off on the ad hoc asked for my name I told her it was ad rock and I am the maestro didn't mean to tip a hundo it’s alright though yo I’m gonna make it all back the pics in my phone are worth 8 racks I'm a freelance journalist and I work remote I shot your girl twerkin on Usain Bolt in Trinadad and Tabago, carrying cargo now that I have dough I’ll never go to Mar-al-ago I can be seen at el dorado drinking with adam levine in cabo the film crew was on the scene like argo we sang springsteen all the way to wells fargo Verse Three (Brandon B) right now I’m in a twitter beef with gigi hadid me and eziekeil trying to buy some weed our day party is that much fancier with o'dell beckham as a back up dancer last night I stayed up super late with mel b trapping at a super 8 her divorce attorney was a dick to me man other poparazzi's aint shit to me I’m like brock osweiler with the pizza box you can run up on me but I’ll never get dropped knuckleheads always wanna rush the spot but through the commotion I’ll still get the shot media sources hurry up and buy I’ve got the mainest pics and the markup is high russell wilson what the fucks up guy? You saw me standing there why the hell’d you pass by

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Album available at all major digital retailers on 4/23/18. However you can download for free or whatever donation you'd like only if you agree to disturb your square ass neighbors and bump this shit LOUD.

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released March 15, 2018

Executive Produced by Brandon B
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Elliott Lanam at Hidden City Studios, Santa Barbara, CA
Produced by Brandon B, DJ Eons, Philo, Brycon, Uncle Buck, Elliott Lanam
Publishing by Gurp City Digital (ASCAP)

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