Underground Broadcasting

Jazz Spastiks ft. Hosannah - “Underground Broadcasting”
[Emcee(s): Hosannah]
[Producer(s): Jazz Spastiks (Coconut Delight & Mr. Manyana)]
[Scratches: Jazz Spastiks (Coconut Delight & Mr. Manyana)]

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Jazz Spastiks (Coconut Delight & Mr. Manyana)]
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“Styles be unlimited, styles be unlimited”
“Trying to duplicate? Sorry, son. That shit’s prohibited”

[Verse 1: Hosannah]
Listen
I’m in the kitchen, cooking up high nutrition and sizzling
A new edition—bring a drink and a dish in to a dish
For that rhyme soufflé, refined Kool-Aid
Through sifts and contraptions beyond the waves. Look
Lyrics I spit’ll shift your wig piece like a toupée
And retire you, son/Sun, like night to a new day (Get it?)
I manifest them tenets of hip hop kinetic
When the pin drops, it sexes the record (Ha!)
I hit the pit stop, new reels, jazzy in
Tiptop, let it spin out Jazz Spastikally
And I don’t aim for a masterpiece (Nah), I let my
Pen do the work so the ink’ll flow naturally
Y’all dudes too snug in the canopy, crashing
Asleep, too deep in your dreams to even answer me
I wake you abrupt, break your bedframe with an
Allen key. Like gravity, run its course gradually

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Jazz Spastiks (Coconut Delight & Mr. Manyana)]
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“Styles be unlimited, styles be unlimited”
“Trying to duplicate? Sorry, son. That shit’s prohibited”

[Verse 2: Hosannah]
Now you’re
Probably thinking: why would I rhyme, stay grimy on a track
So mellowed out? Well, here’s an inkling (Check)
I want y’all me to find me one who bodies beats, leaves ‘em stinking
Fully wet like Tommy gun, drums make the bodies slump
If I ain’t found guilty of killing it, how can I
Rep this sentence? (Get it?) My finger drips with repentance, flip
Words with the same finger used to flip birds, linger
Curbs ‘til they merge with the crack fiends that splurge winter
Observe how they get served and where the snakes slither
Translating what I see to the pad ‘til the page fill up
Deliver Genuine Drafts Miller, killer dealer
Manuscripts, the flow of words cause pass-outs
And bad livers. Twelve-step graduate with accurate
4.0 valedictory. Through the
Torso, I cough, throw rhymes to the globe, put ladders
To your eardrums and climb through your dome

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Jazz Spastiks (Coconut Delight & Mr. Manyana)]
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“For all you rap fans, we’re underground broadcasting”
“Another fat tape to start blasting”
“Styles be unlimited, styles be unlimited”
“Trying to duplicate? Sorry, son. That shit’s prohibited”