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...

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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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