FOUR from DADBOD by Brooke Burgess

We roll...time passin’
Hold tight, gonna make the belt fasten
Count it down, ‘cause I’m keepin’ score
Turnin’ 1, 2, 3 and 4

Take my hand, and stand for the new day
Take notes, in the syllables I’m gonna say
Now we made it, celebrate it, get it underway
48 months of unadulterated play

Give a bow to the north south east and west
Give praise to the sun and beat your chest
Give love to the ones that treat you best
Forgive the meek, and fuck the rest, ‘cause

He was born with a master schematic
Four in the formula, it’s mathematic
if algebra is right, then it makes him quadratic
You pushin’ on the clutch, but he does it automatic

Four-face Brahma, pass the four yugas
Four Noble Truths in the words of the Buddha
Four archangels, hittin’ on the hookah
He’s the Four Horsemen galloping through ya

In four dimensions, movin’ through time
four-line verses to build up his rhyme
Tetragrammaton, God’s word sublime
counting the chambers in this heart of mine

Purple is the ball, but four is the number
Drain that bitch clockwise if you’re down under
getting old enough for my favourite plumber
Mario 4, in a world of wonder!

Got the fascination every time he speaks yeh
see the evolution through the days and weeks yeh
think of what he’s like by the time he peaks yeh
Wanna be the source of everything he seeks, come on!

1, 2, 3, 4 – there’s a monster at your door, I say
4, 3, 2, 1 – don’t be scared, he’s here for fun, c’mon
1, 2, 3, 4 – baby kill the lights and hit the floor, I said
4, 3, 2, 1 – you’re gonna bust a move until he’s done
Come on!

Slippin’ like a shadow and it’s always comin’ at ya
Dippin’ in the groove, then rise in the Rapture
Hittin’ on the honeys he be aimin’ to capture
Threesome, non – menage a quatre.

Raise your hands, it’s a convocation
time to swing loose for a celebration
Four is the answer to the Equation
Two-times-two, if you’re feeling brazen

Nothing’s ever wrong when you roll with the right chick
hittin’ that ass, like a billy with a night stick
sippin’ from a forty in a bag, that’s a cheap trick
Strawberry quik? that shit will make you sick

luck comes in threes, but we comin’ in fours
and everything that’s mine is eventually yours but
if we gonna fight, then we settle the scores
I can wipe your butt, and you can do my chores, HA!

Keep the lines straight with the four right angles
make me a square, better yet: rectangle
Illuminati eye within the triangle
Dolla dolla bill, y’all, get star-spangled

Four sheets gone and a four-leaf clover
24/7 with a milk hangover
On all fours when you call red rover
Four on the floor til the game is over

1...2...3...4

We roll...time passin’
Hold tight, wanna make it last and
I could never love anyone more
My boy was 3...
and now he’s 4.

• 90s
• Buddha
• Del La Soul
• Hip-Hop
• Kids
• Pop Rock
• Rock
• Tribe Called Quest
• Wu-Tang
• alternative
• banger
• mathcore
• oldschool
• rap
• singer-songwriter
• Annapolis Royal