Break the Lock

Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [niggas]!<br>Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er...<br>Alright, well... got my shit down here... smoke that shit...<br>We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup...<br>Aaaaaaaaaaaah...<br><br>UH! My style hurts doesn`t it?<br>Turn around and your hole crews loving it<br>Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it<br>Couldn`t sleep `cause your mind had a bug in it<br>Buzzing without weed, extract<br>And you thought I wasn`t coming? Well you need a slap<br>Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I`m on<br>Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong<br>Come on, splash little fishy can you swim in the pond?<br>Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond?<br>To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor<br>Ancient, I never walk alone<br>I`m up against the stereo-mono-typical<br>Visualising wealth is not applicable<br>Now, my brain cries out for me to read<br>With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read<br><br>[Chorus]<br>The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)<br>But I ain`t moving (Excuse me?)<br>We can`t keep joking (No no no no)<br>Break the lock if the door`s not open now (Break it down break it down)<br>The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)<br>But I ain`t moving (Excuse me?)<br>We can`t keep joking (No no no no)<br>Break the lock if the door`s not open now<br><br>Concepts get abandoned with no gloves<br>Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds<br>The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like<br>A person with a temper can [fuck] you up right?<br>Time to bring back down to syndromes<br>Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone<br>You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya<br>Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya<br>Now, now do you feel enlightened?<br>Well I don`t and I`m the one writing<br>Anything versus everything really means nothing<br>Can`t be a king peacock - I hate strutting<br>Dressed up semi-jiggy I might frustrate somethin`<br>A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin`<br>Mr Fantastic Fox<br>the Awkward individ` that makes the wack [shit] hot<br>My jazz addiction is a preminition of war<br>When visible tussels appear on the dance floor<br>The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade<br>Vacuum the essay, now lets say<br>I`m one in a million, a million in one room<br>You want an interview with the killer of monsoons?<br>I`ll sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok?<br>I`m terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>"...two, three, break!" x3