Lyrics Breakin' bread - Hi-Tek

Breakin' bread

«DJ»
«Hi-Tek y’all» -] Inspectah Deck
«Collaborate, break bread with.»
-] Pete Rock
«Homeskillet»
From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop
The never-endin, don’t stop
B-boy religion.
I’ll rock and claim position
Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top
Beat 'em off the block, now cock-wrap they bop
Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock
I drop steady, cripplin non-believers like Teddy
Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you’re not ready
Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder
Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder
Street hunger, the universal man works wonders
Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under
I got sound control and I’m kinda slick wit it
Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?
This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages
Turn the other cheek, cuz this track I be smackin it
But don’t clap, cuz this style’ll bust caps
I’m jiggy and all that, black and get control back
But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
The MC regulator, microphone detonator
My real live wanna battle niggas take a vouch
Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and +Let Da fuckin Monkey Out+
Not «Hell yeah» but «Hell, yeah» in Cin' City
When I spit this here it’s easy as.
+You Can «Huh?»
You Can Hear Me+, you ain’t heard nuttin yet
I’m +Live+ and +Fortified+ like Kweli and Mos Def
Practice the incredible, shit ain’t even competable
Due to that I’m technical, TKO’s I got those
I got control but I’m wreckless in studios
I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my Bones
No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me
Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me
We global, East, West, North, South, we robo
Hands that touch mic’s get smacked cuz that’s a no-no
Who rock the mic?
Yo, we take the whole show
When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows
«It's like the A to B to the C, it’s easy as.»
«DJ»
«Hi-Tek y’all» -] Inspectah Deck
«Collaborate, break bread with.»
-] Pete Rock
«Donte» -] Main Flo
I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes
Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls
Midas Touch as it’s told, writin nuttin less than gold
My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys
Send you out on a gerdy talkin 'bout yo' eternity
Can’t stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti
One man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply
Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me
Say he’s the nicest out loud and gently
Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay
If you sign a wack contract that mean.
(no weight)
Got your John Hancock on the paper to say
«The band locked and don’t know, dough flow your way»
«Alright OK, I’m feelin you» -] Common
«It's like the A to B to the C, it’s easy as.»
«DJ»
«Hi-Tek y’all» -] Inspectah Deck
«Collaborate, break bread with.»
-] Pete Rock
«Main Flo» -] Main Flo
Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot
Measurin blocks, releasin this live like Desert Fox
Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals
Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals
Rob past, raw cash, facin the God last
Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps
For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat
Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?
This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact
We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks
Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth
Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin Hebrew
Big Ohio status
Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare
Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek