Lyrics Breakbanks - Coin Banks

Breakbanks

Rock ya body body, everybody, anybody
When I rock I body, everybody, anybody
I embody, rap, I am not copycat
Put em at the bottom of a body bag, throw em off a bridge
I’m polishing a bottle of Hennessey
I’m done with the pleasantries
Nobody can mess with my energy
I’ve felt both sides of the jealousy
I’m not anybody’s effigy
Identity is real, like Tel Aviv
First time I heard time hip-hop
I was just a snot nose
Felt like I just got home
Graffiti paintings modern day Picasso
God knows, that I got soul
Hot flow from the gospel
Coin Banks the original b-boy apostle
Where the breakers at?
I ain’t here to take ya back
I break the bank, make a classic, then I fade to black
Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break
Got Dan and Atom on the boards, get the record straight
I got the sound boys listening
Hearing me is like when Em found Royce spitting it
Loud noise imminent, shhhhhh, tumbleweed
Cowboys Indians, wow coins brilliant
I’d love to get me, some money penny, in to my bonds
I’m one of many, I’m drunk off Henny, forgive me lord
My arms are heavy, my palms are sweaty, I’m switching off
Come and get me, I’m done and ready this shit is hot
Me myself and I, midnight marauders
Speak in my native tongue, Czytać co moje
My light shine bright like menorahs
We can die tonight, still live life tomorrow
Call it déjà vu, but ya’ll sound the same
Bill Murray, on Groundhog Day
Ya’ll peak like a mountain range
I take it forward
I found my space, floating away in orbit
In a drought waiting for it, now the rain has fallen
I had a fat cap on a matt black
Backpack, Adidas jacket, Hilfiger track pants
Standing in my b-boy stance, with a starter snap back
Fam its ya boy Coin Banks, Atom where you at man
Here’s a little a story that i got to Tell
About three bad brothers, you know so well
Run up in the bank in a b-boy stance
Put the money in the bag;
let me see your hands
Stick em up, stick em up in the air
Stick em up, stick em up in the air, make em clap
Stick em up, stick em up in the air
Stick em up, stick em up in the air, and get down
Stick em up, stick em up in the air
Stick em up, stick em up in the air, make em clap
Stick em up, stick em up in the air
Let poppers pop and the breakers break
Got Atom on the boards, get the record straight
Take it back when I was born, I dedicate
To the cats that come before, what happened
To the famous rappers on my wall, what happened?
B boys dancing on the floor, what happened?