Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Break Me, artist - Kam. Date of issue: 06.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Break Me |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| And these nerds got problems with my words cause they bluntly sate |
| And these crackers in the government that want me dead |
| Crooked Feds, sheriff police and Highway Petrol |
| All know I’m anti so why I even play the role? |
| I know, you hate to see us ballin, but fate is callin' |
| And Babylon the great is fallin' |
| My back against the wall, but see my faith ain’t shaky |
| No matter what they do to try to put me to rot, they can’t break me |
| I flash all the lane like the strap flame |
| And be smashin, ever since I came in the Rap Game |
| No suck dick in their crave fame |
| But I ain’t gave up shit but my slave name |
| Unload through a fact, these crackers can’t equal the brother character |
| I represent the poor black people of America |
| From the soldiers that’s yell shot «TO WHOM?» |
| To the homies who be goin' through hell on the cell block |
| Representin' the street thuggin, tryin' to bubble |
| To the single mothers tryin' to eat, strugglin' in trucks |
| Those that’s weak and those that ain’t |
| I feel the brother got to speak for those that can’t |
| Deep in the bay, our coast, eastside, west coast |
| In the California rulers where they’re doin' the most |
| Instead of livin' a skit, it’s easy beggin' we quit |
| But nigga I don’t give a fuck what they threat me wit |
| These motherfuckers can’t break me |
| Man, these suckers can’t break me |
| These perpetrators can’t break me |
| Man, these haters can’t break me |
| These interrupters can’t break me |
| Their penitentiaries can’t break me |
| These treacherin' girls can’t break me |
| Man, this wicked world can’t break me |
| Ten precent blood, suckers start to lay me down |
| All they did was fuckin' around, and get in mainly clown |
| With the sound of the lost, found the tribe of Shabazz |
| I expose these whores like the wizard of vibes |
| Lord knows man, these crackers ain’t make me known |
| So I’ma bang this black thing 'til it take me home |
| Hear the cry of the small fry when we pray |
| I’ll be the fall guy, fuck it, we all gonna die anyway «That's right» |
| They might scratch your body but they can’t break your mind |
| Fuck wealth find, I do it for myself and kind |
| I’m makin' a few dollars but I make a gang of cents |
| Know what to bang for and who to bang against |
| Diggin' past, present and future in perfect tense |
| Stand strong in back whenever straddle the fence |
| So this enemy can’t prevail |
| Cause I don’t buy their shit and I ain’t for sale |
| These niggas wanna shut me up, break me down |
| Stir me away, turn me around, storm me out |
| Stop my fight, bite me off, stop my life, make my fate |
| Make me die, Kill my spiel, hurt me out |
| Fray my heal, vers' my squad, make me curse God |
| Give up hope, retreat |
| I can’t cope, be sweat |
| Sell out, switch hit, make me do some bitch shit |
| Quit ride on bang, go soft |
| Just intertain, turn Pop |
| Stay calm, stop droppin' Islam |
| Transaction in the bar go blocked and white Bobby |
| Prosecutin' my 2Pac and Biggie small me |
| Call me Anti-white cause how I get at them |
| Sellin' crackers, but when we call each other nigga that’s platinum |
| Man, we gain no sins, and we ain’t no mucks |
| But make no mistake, Muhammad don’t make no punks |
| We kill snakes and skunks, so you can call me a sinner |
| But dead or alive, I’ma still be the winner |