Break North `97 (Remix)

[Kool Keith]<br>Yeah..<br>Black mon, come get him served<br>Black mon, come get him served<br>Black mon, come get him served<br>Yeah! Live from, the St. Nickalaus arena in Detroit, Michigan<br>We gon` get busy with fifty-five million thousand people out there<br>Let the crowd go WILD!<br><br> One, two, three, four..<br><br>[Kool Keith]<br>I got a radio, small and yet portable<br>Comfortable, with the sound in audio<br>Kickin, high hats just tickin<br>Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin.. good<br>But you know I could<br>Beat on steel, break tons of wood.. down<br>with a funky sound<br>Square mixer, the record is round<br>and turning, for the million I`m earning<br>Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning<br>this, that is supposed to<br>Grab your ear, and have it move close<br>to the speakers, so you hear me clearly<br>I`m out yes, to damage severely<br>You`re very far, and not yet nearly<br>expressing them, but you`re messing them up<br>Your bummy rhymes, I`m dressing them up<br>for the battle win, like a snake I`m rattlin<br>The red ball with the wooden piece paddlin<br>MC`s stop perpetrating<br><br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br><br>[Ced Gee]<br>I`m a merchandise, a customized item<br>Computer rapper for suckers who wanna bite em<br>Stand back, watch the man recite em<br>It took a second a minute for me to write em<br>and type em and hype em and psych em, up<br>Change my rhythm, before I get stuck<br>in an altitude, beyond my own level<br>I smack rappers, and send em to the devil<br>on a bus, return em to dust<br>I start infections, reduce em to pus<br>I`m on the scanner, with brains I blow out<br>Your old bones, and skulls I throw out<br>to the backyard, and yes the wackyard<br>You need a pipe, there`s the old crackyard<br>Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard<br>Peakin, Ced Gee I`m speakin<br>I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin<br>words, in the right direction<br>I had the beats, for lyrics perfection<br>Stompin, the bass and highs<br><br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br><br>[Kool Keith]<br>Well I`m locked, like a chain to a link<br>I wear black while suckers wear pink<br>Now think, about my capital law<br>I break domes, and speak in the raw<br>I`m iller, a South Bronx killer<br>I chop rappers, and throw em in the river<br>Tasting, as I swallow your liver<br>Here`s your brain for your girl I can give her<br>messages, clues from a murderer<br>And if she`s ugly, I never even heard of her<br>telling, bugging detectives<br>I wear a bag, four contraceptives<br>and aluminum, wrapped in all foil<br>I play a game, slick to be oil<br>for the other roaches, MC`s I boil<br>and roast, mega degrees<br>I swarm around with a thousand of bees<br>Absorb earth and the honey from trees<br>I`m the King Bee, my girl`s the Queen Bee<br>And when you`re stung, you never even seen me<br>vanish, Kool Keith here to damage, Break North<br><br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br>Break North (Break North)<br><br>[Ced Gee]<br>Another N-House, Ced Gee product`