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Crusadin' (prod. by The Jazz Crusaders)

from Mr​.​Brown's Revenge (the mixtape) by Encyclopedia Brown



verse 1:
My mic is like sword to the spinal cord/ spit the best you’ve forged your poor scripts get scourged/ according to urban lore/ due to my report with metaphors/ I’m more dangerous than dinosaurs in guerilla war/ swore off emceeing to give rappers breaks/ so they won’t lose face like Michael Jackson after ‘88/ you’re camping at crystal lake/ my papermate’s sealing your fate/ making speakers detonate soon as the bass resonates/ the ambience I flaunt is upper echelon/ beyond wreck the affects are effective as a megaton/ crowds remain calm even as I palm napalm/ just to hear the next text I flex into a song/ wise vagabond traveling the sands of Babylon/ with a tascam and a black can of krylon/ more mettle than cylons/ fire as Dylan/ grip your throat till you croak with my cybernetic right arm


My rhymes are divine I design them with ease/ I’m a miracle compared to these pitiful emcees/ they not in my league/ it’s bogus they’re atrocious/ all they do is blurt a bunch of words with no focus/ until I drop my next opus, shit is hopeless/ cause even with a coke balloon they couldn’t drop dope ish/ you get away with wack crap and think that you clever/ yeah whatever/ you can run but you can’t hide forever

verse 2:
The source of energy for my soliloquy’s somewhat a mystery/ to any scientist studying it’s origins history/ I’m simply a transient entity with the ability of molecular mimicry/ I shape shift instantly/ evoke fear and tears into queer peers and enemies/ pierce skins with pens tattoo your skeletal symmetry/ making me bad to the bone when ink a poem/ you’d shit a garden gnome if you knew half the shit that I be on/ like human sacrifices with pre-hominid devices/ drinking the blood of druids while I make music in private/ I spew neon fuschia ooze on you loser crews/ toxic vomit turn conglomerates to groups of goo/ a substance with the consistency of pate a choux/ throw you cads in a piping bag and make treats out of you/ did i mention that i practice the blackest magic too/ to put you back together they gone need some fucking magic glue

verse 3:
This venomous deliverance/ of audio carcinogens/ is blistering to simpletons disassembling sentiments/ my penmanship sails on waves of musical instruments/ symphonic synth phonics/ and cacophonic dissonance/ melodic eminence/ a quixotic experience/ vernacular trafficker with addictive sentences/ listening to me routinely mentally benefits/ my mind’s as powerful as emperor Menelik/ horrendously killing it/ injuring your syndicate/ the maverick/ advocate of crap rap censorship/ you effeminate care bear cousin affiliates/ couldn’t shine even if you wrote a rhyme in filament/ diligent pure as an infant’s mental innocence/ brilliant kicking freestyles as deep as the iliad/ I assemble it then reconfigure fore you remember it/ manipulate data till matter switches images


from Mr​.​Brown's Revenge (the mixtape), released April 15, 2014




Encyclopedia Brown Chicago, Illinois

A prolific MC and die hard hip hop enthusiast, Encyclopedia Brown keeps listeners on their toes with slick punchlines, fluent vocabulary, & dynamic wordplay. An 80's baby, Brown came up during the "Golden Age" of hip hop, penning rhymes and honing his craft as a teenager. A charismatic persona, plus a natural ability to command attention, equals an impressive performer worthy of any audience ... more

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