Breakdown

Breakdown!<br><br>[Chorus]<br>The flow will break you down<br>Bet the flow will break you down<br><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><br>[Chorus]<br><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><br>[Chorus]<br><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><br>[Chorus]