Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break What?, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Break What? |
Wanna break? |
Wanna break, break |
Yo, what ya wanna break, nigga break |
Break what, nigga, what |
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 muthafuckas corrupt, infiltrate the state |
Hit him wit graze, throw an earthquake |
Yo fraction, I’m settin off a chain reaction |
That increase, long as muthafuckas bust police |
Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts |
The wonder bread buds, a million black muthafucka |
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 muthafuckas take it outta they own |
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 |
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!) |
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 |
Gravediggaz! |
Eh-oh, ooh-eh |
Ooh-eh |