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Breakdown![Chorus]The flow will break you downBet the flow will break you downI gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flowsThat's bound to leave you bangin' when it gets exposed'cause the way I could display my style is wickedSo run up to your counters, and go and get your ticketsI know you got dreams of roasting me hotBut I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shopThe dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanaticAnd nadic, with the crazy flow that's automaticFlowin' like them bolts from the sky like ZeusAn old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruleror protractor, you don't have no nactorHang with me, come with the steez and see I'm no actorThat shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own diceso we call roll, gonna lose, I'm takin' all your doughPunch you in your eye and come raid your townWith the sound full of spunk as we break it down'cause it's...[Chorus]Letras de cancionesah, ah, ah, ah-choo!What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-twoI can't see a t'ing like Mr. MagooThe sniveling, huh-huh-hasee-see-see-coughing, hah-choo!Stuffy, naughty, nappyCheck-a the box, dreadlox foxSo na, hic-up, na, hic-upWhat's up? tic-tic-tock, oops!Shiver me timber now bootsOh my gosh, oh my gooseShucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-upsAnd I rips up many tracksJumpin' JohosafatDon't make a sound, I see you rabbitTracks, like thunder and lighteningWatch the frightening, can't you tell?I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, soI lumps 'em, bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitchesThey're mad, can we run>From rags unto richesNow my scruples, I lose 'emDamage, I bruise 'emI'm two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??I got secrets, Bo, I don't knowLike loco, I'm ???I'm changing, visions blurrySo call me, um, QuasemotoAnd yo, I'll switch uphic-up!switch uphic-up!switch uphic-up!switch-uphahWith or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick upThen I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphoneYo, rip itAnd I freaks ithic-up!freaks ithic-up!When I freaks it with my drunken techniqueI'm makin' pimps squeakBut now it's whacker than the ???Way up shits creekSo don't sleep, when it's time to creepWe roll my jeepAnd if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freakTo break you down[Chorus]The funk makes me tipsy, got the whiskyYo, can this be the funkdafied horrortomorrow I'll flip tipSee, er, the blur in my eyes rectifiesThe funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammerI rocks my bandanna, shave my head cleanAnd on my screens than Vanna WhiteHow should I roll when I write?Then light the spliff, now it's time to recitea verse, a hurse you be leavin' inbelieve me when I say what I feel, and it's real, not like TVAnd science fiction, my addiction is the funkWith more fumes than a skunk, 'cause I'm bound to jumpSo check the sound[Chorus] From Letras Mania