Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breaker, Breaker, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Breaker, Breaker |
Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line |
Can you read me? |
Shortage on rhymes |
MCs should expect the worst |
I stay alert and shoot first |
This is not a test, it’s difficulty |
Picture closely, the ignorant mostly |
Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb |
Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum |
In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the |
Heavy blast that blew off the masks of twelve welders |
The math of an elder, praise the Lord, thank you Genius |
Operation: Project English |
Commander the chief of flight style, check the aircraft |
Glide like the Frisbee, Digi they Disney |
To check fault in oneself is pure loveliness |
You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness |
So when I bust, no one is untouched |
Some returning with the mic clutched, like such |
Who plan but never execute. |
He had the heat in his |
Hand, but yo he didn’t shoot, therefore |
Your mechanism of material better be sickly |
Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly |
I move bravely, travellin' on a horse |
On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost |
Of those who plotted with the brains of animals |
My high molecular structure be untangible |
The name ring a bell, killable two syllable |
The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical |
To be blunt, the beat was cooked up like coke goods |
The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods |
Up to no good, rap icon |
Milk the industry like the Wall Street junk bond |
You see the bright stone, I got your height sewn |
Direct current, that move through the mic-phone |
Key contributor, well-known major factor |
Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor |
Who run ya down if you don’t move or wanna linger |
Linger, linger, linger, linger |
Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line |
Can you read me? |
Shortage on rhymes |
MCs should expect the worst |
I stay alert and shoot first |
Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line |
Can you read me? |
Shortage on rhymes |
MCs should expect the worst |
I stay alert and shoot first |
The immortality of my fame is the measure of other’s torture |
Burnt offer, from a flamin' author |
The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase |
Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace |
The significance was not the vulgar applause of interest |
But the feelin' that exit, completion of a sentence |
With age and experience, my reason ripens |
I strike on you Vikings, slash like a hyphen |
If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure |
You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures |
Everything fails with the unfortunate |
Learned that recordin' it, so my mind broaden it |
Track records ranks us with the exceptional |
Extreme complex physics, high technical |
The truth is usually seen and rarely heard |
What’s more dangerous than hatred is the word |
You wild cards, jack of all trades |
Those who parade their positions show their spades |
A large flock of MCs, they figure to be taught |
It ain’t hard to see why I’m vigorously sought |
Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line |
Can you read me? |
Shortage on rhymes |
MCs should expect the worst |
I stay alert and shoot first |
Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line |
Can you read me? |
Shortage on rhymes |
MCs should expect the worst |
I stay alert and shoot first |
Breaker, breaker one nine |
Breaker, breaker one nine |