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