Song | Break What? |
Artist | Gravediggaz |
Album | 6 Feet Under |
作词 : Hamilton | |
**** ya niggas, real mutha****as what? | |
[Chorus 4X: Frukwan] | |
Wanna break? Wanna break, break | |
Yo, what ya wanna break, nigga break | |
Break what, nigga, what | |
[Frukwan] | |
First rule, ya mistake | |
The phenomenal stomp the Earth are bombin you | |
It's all my chronicle, particle and rich | |
Over original scripts, begger be choose | |
Let off three shots, be confronted wit the bad news | |
Long as mutha****as corrupt, infiltrate the state | |
Hit him wit graze, throw an earthquake | |
Yo fraction, I'm settin off a chain reaction | |
That increase, long as mutha****as bust police | |
Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts | |
The wonder bread buds, a million black mutha****a | |
Head to junk, Devil schemin up plans to plot | |
It's gettin hot, usin our own, to start the clock | |
Yo, I'm only fightin for what a brother deserve | |
Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve | |
Blood, sweat and tears for years yo | |
I'm fed up blown when mutha****as take it outta they own | |
[Chorus x4] | |
[Poetic] | |
I watch thru my infrared green vision binocs' | |
Storm in the desert, clever as a fox | |
Bolt, wit measures in the clock, huh | |
Seven stealth bomber nine, helicopt' drop | |
The Gravedigga parachute wit the black roots | |
Fall outta the sky like rain, as the soldier train | |
To take back the Earth, the terrain | |
We overcame fear, now prepare for pain | |
First the soul from the rap world, all of ya villains | |
That taught ya black children, wit rats in they buildin | |
Singin on hydro, squatterin millions | |
Or live up in gold, and fulfillions of killin | |
And of ya plans strick, my hand grips a mic | |
And transmits co-ordinates that float like it on a script | |
Break down ya character flaws, to the masses | |
Burn ya to ashes, and suck you wit acid | |
[Chorus x4] | |
[Frukwan] | |
Yo, I can't be denied, gots to try | |
Many will die, in the blink of an eye | |
Nigga like me will survive | |
Cannons and guns, gotta overcome the run | |
Gots to chill, set packs of bill | |
Shine my gift, or the uplifted brother that stiff and lost | |
Trynna stear a brother back to cost | |
Ready to try, ready to die | |
Lyrical guns, lyrics fire | |
What, ya outta line, forced wit pen | |
Self defense, whackin the Timbs | |
Strive to survive, but build my strength | |
Finito, stampedro, don't wanna will a negro | |
Ready to break (Break!) | |
[Poetic] | |
I favor the plot of savin the box | |
Capable cops'll be the neighborhood watch | |
The stable that spots, estrogen is hot | |
Infested wit vipers and three hots | |
And the cops, yo, my man is snipers | |
Trynna eat right, teach my peeps how to reach light | |
The beast strikes each night, deep under the street light | |
Gotta carry ya heat light, then peep the fight | |
It's called Armaggedon, cuz of the armor ya gettin | |
Weapon on ya side reppin, carry and hate in ya eyes | |
Steppin in spots, ya hatin these spots | |
Gettin the papers, surprised, so ya snake in the rise | |
Lettin state conive, you end in takin a life | |
[Chorus x4] | |
[Outro: Frukwan] | |
Gravediggaz! Eh-oh, ooh-eh | |
Ooh-eh |
zuò cí : Hamilton | |
ya niggas, real mutha as what? | |
Chorus 4X: Frukwan | |
Wanna break? Wanna break, break | |
Yo, what ya wanna break, nigga break | |
Break what, nigga, what | |
Frukwan | |
First rule, ya mistake | |
The phenomenal stomp the Earth are bombin you | |
It' s all my chronicle, particle and rich | |
Over original scripts, begger be choose | |
Let off three shots, be confronted wit the bad news | |
Long as mutha as corrupt, infiltrate the state | |
Hit him wit graze, throw an earthquake | |
Yo fraction, I' m settin off a chain reaction | |
That increase, long as mutha as bust police | |
Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts | |
The wonder bread buds, a million black mutha a | |
Head to junk, Devil schemin up plans to plot | |
It' s gettin hot, usin our own, to start the clock | |
Yo, I' m only fightin for what a brother deserve | |
Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve | |
Blood, sweat and tears for years yo | |
I' m fed up blown when mutha as take it outta they own | |
Chorus x4 | |
Poetic | |
I watch thru my infrared green vision binocs' | |
Storm in the desert, clever as a fox | |
Bolt, wit measures in the clock, huh | |
Seven stealth bomber nine, helicopt' drop | |
The Gravedigga parachute wit the black roots | |
Fall outta the sky like rain, as the soldier train | |
To take back the Earth, the terrain | |
We overcame fear, now prepare for pain | |
First the soul from the rap world, all of ya villains | |
That taught ya black children, wit rats in they buildin | |
Singin on hydro, squatterin millions | |
Or live up in gold, and fulfillions of killin | |
And of ya plans strick, my hand grips a mic | |
And transmits coordinates that float like it on a script | |
Break down ya character flaws, to the masses | |
Burn ya to ashes, and suck you wit acid | |
Chorus x4 | |
Frukwan | |
Yo, I can' t be denied, gots to try | |
Many will die, in the blink of an eye | |
Nigga like me will survive | |
Cannons and guns, gotta overcome the run | |
Gots to chill, set packs of bill | |
Shine my gift, or the uplifted brother that stiff and lost | |
Trynna stear a brother back to cost | |
Ready to try, ready to die | |
Lyrical guns, lyrics fire | |
What, ya outta line, forced wit pen | |
Self defense, whackin the Timbs | |
Strive to survive, but build my strength | |
Finito, stampedro, don' t wanna will a negro | |
Ready to break Break! | |
Poetic | |
I favor the plot of savin the box | |
Capable cops' ll be the neighborhood watch | |
The stable that spots, estrogen is hot | |
Infested wit vipers and three hots | |
And the cops, yo, my man is snipers | |
Trynna eat right, teach my peeps how to reach light | |
The beast strikes each night, deep under the street light | |
Gotta carry ya heat light, then peep the fight | |
It' s called Armaggedon, cuz of the armor ya gettin | |
Weapon on ya side reppin, carry and hate in ya eyes | |
Steppin in spots, ya hatin these spots | |
Gettin the papers, surprised, so ya snake in the rise | |
Lettin state conive, you end in takin a life | |
Chorus x4 | |
Outro: Frukwan | |
Gravediggaz! Ehoh, ooheh | |
Ooheh |