Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break North, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Critical Beatdown (Re-Issue), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Record label: Next Plateau Entertainment, Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Break North |
Rebel base. |
rebel base |
Ahh yeah, party people LIVE in the place to be from the Civic Center in Boston, Massachusetts |
The world famous Ultramagnetic MC’s comin hard |
Word up! |
Rockin for a standing room only crowd |
of fifty-five million, eight-thousand nine |
Rebel base. |
rebel base |
Like this! |
I got a radio, small and yet portable |
Comfortable, with the sound in audio |
Kickin, high hats just tickin |
Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin. |
good |
But you know I could |
Beat on steel, break tons of wood. |
down |
with a funky sound |
Square mixer, the record is round |
and turning, for the million I’m earning |
Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning |
this, that is supposed to Grab your ear, and have it move close |
to the speakers, so you hear me clearly |
I’m out yes, to damage severely |
You’re very far, and not yet nearly |
expressing them, but you’re messing them up Your bummy rhymes, I’m dressing them up for the battle win, like a snake I’m rattlin |
The red ball with the wooden piece paddlin |
MC’s, stop the perpetrating |
And step off, release the mic and Break North |
North North North |
It’s like that y’all |
Word |
It’s like that y’all |
Feel it! |
I’m like a merchandise, a customized item |
Computer rapper for ducks who wanna bite em Stand back, watch the man recite em It took a minute a second for me to write em and type em and hype em and psych em, up Change my rhythm, before I get stuck |
in an altitude, beyond my own level |
I smack rappers, and send em to the devil |
on a bus, return em to dust |
I start infections, reduce em to pus |
I’m on that scanner, and brains I blow out |
To old bones, and skulls I throw out |
to the backyard, and yes the wackyard |
You need a pipe, there’s the old crackyard |
Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard |
Peakin, Ced Gee I’m speakin |
I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin |
words, in the right direction |
Add the beats with the lyrics perfection |
Stompin, the bass and highs, Break North |
Word up! |
Word — feel it! |
Well I’m rocks, like a chain to a link |
I wear black while suckers wear pink |
Now think, about my capital law |
I break domes, and speak in the raw |
I’m iller, a South Bronx killer |
I chop rappers, and throw em in the river |
Tastin, as I swallow your liver |
Here’s your brain for your girl I can give her |
messages, clues from a murderer |
And if she’s ugly, I never even heard of her |
telling, bugging detectives |
I wear a bag, four contraceptives |
and aluminum, wrapped in all foil |
I play a game, slick to be oil |
for the other roaches, MC’s I boil |
and roast, mega degrees |
I swarm around with a thousand of bees |
Absorb earth and the honey from trees |
I’m the King Bee, my girl’s the Queen Bee |
And when you’re stung, you never even seen me vanish, Kool Keith here to damage, Break North |
North, North, North |
Word up Like that y’all, it’s like that y’all |
It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all |
It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all |
It’s like that y’all, it’s like that y’all!!! |
Yeah, y’all better be ready for some guerilla warfare |
Rebel base. |
Biggs, Wedge, let’s close it up Biggs, Wedge, let’s close it up We’re goin in, we’re goin in full throttle |
that oughta keep those fighters off our back |