Breakdown!
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The flow will break you down
Bet the flow will break you down
I gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flows
That`s bound to leave you bangin` when it gets exposed
`cause the way I could display my style is wicked
So run up to your counters, and go and get your tickets
I know you got dreams of roasting me hot
But I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shop
The dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanatic
And nadic, with the crazy flow that`s automatic
Flowin` like them bolts from the sky like Zeus
An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
or protractor, you don`t have no nactor
Hang with me, come with the steez and see I`m no actor
That shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own dice
so we call roll, gonna lose, I`m takin` all your dough
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
With the sound full of spunk as we break it down
`cause it`s...
[Chorus]
ah, ah, ah, ah-choo!
What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
I can`t see a t`ing like Mr. Magoo
The sniveling, huh-huh-ha
c-c-c-coughing, hah-choo!
Stuffy, naughty, nappy
Check-a the box, dreadlox fox
So na, hic-up, na, hic-up
What`s up? tic-tic-tock, oops!
Shiver me timber now boots
Oh my gosh, oh my goose
Shucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-ups
And I rips up many tracks
Jumpin` Johosafat
Don`t make a sound, I see you rabbit
Tracks, like thunder and lightening
Watch the frightening, can`t you tell?
I`m loco, ooh, they don`t know very well, so
I lumps `em, bruise `em, with black eyes and stitches
They`re mad, can we run
>From rags unto riches
Now my scruples, I lose `em
Damage, I bruise `em
I`m two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??
I got secrets, Bo, I don`t know
Like loco, I`m ???
I`m changing, visions blurry
So call me, um, Quasemoto
And yo, I`ll switch up
hic-up!
switch up
hic-up!
switch up
hic-up!
switch-up
hah
With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
Then I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphone
Yo, rip it
And I freaks it
hic-up!
freaks it
hic-up!
When I freaks it with my drunken technique
I`m makin` pimps squeak
But now it`s whacker than the ???
Way up shits creek
So don`t sleep, when it`s time to creep
We roll my jeep
And if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freak
To break you down
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The funk makes me tipsy, got the whisky
Yo, can this be the funkdafied horror
Tommorrow I`ll flip tip
See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies
The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammer
I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean
And on my screens than Vanna White
How should I roll when I write?
Then light the spliff, now it`s time to recite
a verse, a hurse you be leavin` in
Beleive me when I say what I feel, and it`s real, not like TV
And science fiction, my addiction is the funk
With more fumes than a skunk, `cause I`m bound to jump
So check the sound
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