Breakdown!
[Chorus]
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 braindead 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
An attic, with the crazy flow that's automatic
Throwing lightning bolts from the sky like Zeus
An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
or protractor, you don't have no knack
To hang with me, come with the stkill you see I'm no actor
That s*** is real home slice, so bring your own dice
so we call roll, win or lose, I'm takin' all your gold
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
With the style full of s**** as we break it down
'cause it's...
[Chorus]
AH AH AH AHHCHOOOOO!
What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo
The sniffing (AH AH AH) ca ca ca ca coughing, AHCHOO!
Stuffy, naughty, nappy jack in a box dreadlocks rocks
So na, hic-up, na, hic-up What's up?(cough) D-D-Doc, Oops!
Shiver me timberland boots Oh my gosh, oh my gush shucks
Yo now I hic-up no I hic-up (cough) got the hic-ups
And I rips up many tracks
Jumpin' Johosafat
Don't make a sound, I see w-w-wabbit tracks
Like thunder and lightening my style frightening, can't (you) tell?
I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so
I lumps 'em (cough) bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitches
They're mad (cough) can we run
From rags to riches
Now my scrooples, I loose 'em
(cough) D-Damage, I do some
I'm (two-faceted), so call me the gruesome two-some
I got secrets, Bo em don't know like Yoco, I'm OH NOOO!
I'm changing, visions blurry so call me, a quazy motto
yo, I'll switch up hic-up! switch up hic-up! switch up hic-up!
switch-up (cough) With or without the hic-ups
Cause MC's quickly pick up
Then I freak my Fu-schnick style (wild) on the microphone
Yo, peep it
And I freaks it hic-up! freaks it hic-up! (cough)
When I speaks it with my drunken technique
I make you Pips-squeak
But now it's back to the lagoon
Way up s**** creek so don't sleep, when it's time to creep
We roll mad deep
And if the s*** gets kind of thick, here comes the 5-6 fleet
To break you down
[Chorus]
The funk makes me tipsy! Not the whisky yo!
and this be the funkdafied horror
Tommorrow I'll feel tipsier the blur in my eyes rectifies
The funk freaked me, so peep me, as I speak thee grammer
I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean
On more screens than Vanna White
Owls I roll when I write
Then light the spliff, now it's time to recite
a verse, a hearse you'll 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, plus a pile of junk
So check the sound
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
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 braindead 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
An attic, with the crazy flow that's automatic
Throwing lightning bolts from the sky like Zeus
An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
or protractor, you don't have no knack
To hang with me, come with the stkill you see I'm no actor
That s*** is real home slice, so bring your own dice
so we call roll, win or lose, I'm takin' all your gold
Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
With the style full of s**** as we break it down
'cause it's...
[Chorus]
AH AH AH AHHCHOOOOO!
What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo
The sniffing (AH AH AH) ca ca ca ca coughing, AHCHOO!
Stuffy, naughty, nappy jack in a box dreadlocks rocks
So na, hic-up, na, hic-up What's up?(cough) D-D-Doc, Oops!
Shiver me timberland boots Oh my gosh, oh my gush shucks
Yo now I hic-up no I hic-up (cough) got the hic-ups
And I rips up many tracks
Jumpin' Johosafat
Don't make a sound, I see w-w-wabbit tracks
Like thunder and lightening my style frightening, can't (you) tell?
I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so
I lumps 'em (cough) bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitches
They're mad (cough) can we run
From rags to riches
Now my scrooples, I loose 'em
(cough) D-Damage, I do some
I'm (two-faceted), so call me the gruesome two-some
I got secrets, Bo em don't know like Yoco, I'm OH NOOO!
I'm changing, visions blurry so call me, a quazy motto
yo, I'll switch up hic-up! switch up hic-up! switch up hic-up!
switch-up (cough) With or without the hic-ups
Cause MC's quickly pick up
Then I freak my Fu-schnick style (wild) on the microphone
Yo, peep it
And I freaks it hic-up! freaks it hic-up! (cough)
When I speaks it with my drunken technique
I make you Pips-squeak
But now it's back to the lagoon
Way up s**** creek so don't sleep, when it's time to creep
We roll mad deep
And if the s*** gets kind of thick, here comes the 5-6 fleet
To break you down
[Chorus]
The funk makes me tipsy! Not the whisky yo!
and this be the funkdafied horror
Tommorrow I'll feel tipsier the blur in my eyes rectifies
The funk freaked me, so peep me, as I speak thee grammer
I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean
On more screens than Vanna White
Owls I roll when I write
Then light the spliff, now it's time to recite
a verse, a hearse you'll 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, plus a pile of junk
So check the sound
[Chorus]