Opening Monologue:
Uhhh! This is how it’s gonna go down!

1st Verse:
Test testing 1-2 on the come through.
Crack a cheesy ass rapper cause he’s fondue.
My glare, burns your retina like the sun do.
Taste these lyrical edibles that I brung you.
If there’s a void to be filled number five will fill it.
If it’s an open mic you bet I get live with it.
Won’t waste my energy on trying to oblige a critic,
just focus on the dopest way to design a lyric.
I take a chunk of words, throw ‘em on a pallet.
Chisel down each slab ‘til it forms a ballad.
And what you get is a pristine within a raw 16,
the work with the beauty of chapel Sistine.
Broadcasting live from a place that’s infamously,
known for the bullshit the numbers are infinite.
Asbestos suit to clean out the garbage,
let’s be clear, San Brown’s bringin’ that bomb shit.

Chorus:
That’s Who? San Brown you know I’m that dude.
That’s True! I spit jewels that make ya go “ooooh!”
That Crew? Black Drop we steady makin’ moves,
and there’s more where that come from so wey you wan do?!?

That’s Who? San Brown you know I’m that dude.
That’s True! I spit jewels that make ya go “ooooh!”
That Crew? Black Drop is steady makin’ moves,
and we’re givin’ y’all the dopeness and not a thang to prove!

Verse 2:
You wanna know the biggest proponent that breeds division?
Let’s take a close look at politics and religion.
Many wars fought, in the name of each.
And when you start a conversation dissension will creep.
Pullin’ the wool over the eyes of the sheep,
Now you got the masses goin’g at one another to eat.
Peep! The small percent top heavy with resource.
And run for cover at the sight of a social discourse.
That’s why we love the art, rhythm and poetry.
Somethin’ for the people worldwide or locally,
A voice for the masses like Malcolm or Stokely,
I still see the burn from the Reagan Era and coca leaves.
Who would’ve thought guns, crack sold bought,
was a political move and a generation was lost,
now Big Pharma’s pushin’ vaccines that harm us.
Let’s be clear, San Brown’ll drop the bomb shit.

Chorus

(I’mma bring it home now!)

Verse 3:
I clap stones in thunderstorms and bring light.
And rap poems on microphones and breed life.
Infectious drop heavy like class lectures,
each verse a movie with parental discretion.
I’ll have a drink with Father Time dine with Mother Nature.
Party with the Sun to be in tune with his behavior,
under moon light unite words and phrases,
stars come out, shinin’ bright for this occasion.
Extravagant, magnificent, San’ll get,
to movin’ crowds quicker than A-K’s with banana clips,
as your reign falls I’m two steppin’ on rain drops,
me and mine are stealin’ the night, go ‘head and call the cops.
You wanna tell me to the victor goes the spoils,
well ya ain’t said shit slick to a can of oil homie.
I write these scrolls to bring light outta darkness,
let’s be clear, San Brown, I am the bomb shit!

Chorus

Closing Monologue:
Ladies and Gentlemen! You have now experienced, the unmistakable, the unshakable, the unshadeable, San Brown, of the mighty squad Black Drop! (Ha-Ha!)