[Intro]
(Instrumentals Sampled from Illayaraja's song 'Thumbi Vaa')

Uh, yeah!
Brodha V
Repping Machas With Attitude
Yeah, Indian style

[Verse 1]
Picture this, three of the best who grew in the South
Chicks with tits, need us at bed, our loo is their mouth
At sixty six, feel up the chicks, we screwing around
The sickest shit, leaders are here, we ruling the house
Blessed with wit, we so flawless, we could be booing the crowd
Check this bitch, even Oscars begin accusing us 'WOW'
Explicit, copulate like dogs, loose in the wild
So kiss my dick, you populated lot, prove its your child
We miss no hits, we new but tough and bust the Beatles dead
Stick up kids, we doing stuffs ain’t just that legal yet
Kids protect yourselves of be the prey of my agenda
Let’s caress, you girls can feel the place that mark my gender
Twist your wrists, resemble pandas with polio
I spit like clips, and mention rappers to foolish hoes
Grip my fist, don’t be a victim who just bleeding often
Rest in piss, I’m kickin rectums till you sleep in coffins
[Chorus]
That was cool
That was cool
Bangalore city
Brodha V
How else do you expect it to be?
That was cool
That was cool

[Verse 2]
Mass murderer, they call me the lyrical terrorist
I be making that man Winston Churchill look like a feminist
Half the people find my flow trippy, like soap
You gotta 'catch up' to it to be this damn dope (Huh!)
My punches remind scientists of clashing Uraniums
My rhymes drive your brains out from inside your cranium
I’m making Satan seem softer than baby buns
There are different kinds of men, but I’m the types that all the ladies hunt
I’m sly, wrong looks can get you sight deprived
I fly to heights NASA flights deny
Musical skills are probably embedded in my chromosomes
I blow your bones by throwing a poem filled with homophones
Opponents never match my class, so go home
Your songs put them to sleep, so they call you chloroform
Chicks, they begging for cock, now my position is locked
So I begin to rock and give ‘em genital shocks
Respected by everyone from a dead foetus
To chess geniuses, press meeters and breast feeders
To guest creatures, the rest who address the best thesis
And Jesus who split the bread pieces (Oblige to Brodha V)
[Chorus]
That was cool
That was cool
Bangalore city
Brodha V
How else do you expect it to be?
That was cool
That was cool