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Fu-Schnickens - Breakdown lyrics
Breakdown! [Chorus] The flow will break you down Bet the flow will break you down I gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flows That's bound to leave you bangin' when it gets exposed 'cause the way I could display my style is wicked So run up to your counters, and go and get your tickets I know you got dreams of roasting me hot But I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shop The dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanatic And nadic, with the crazy flow that's automatic Flowin' like them bolts from the sky like Zeus An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler or protractor, you don't have no nactor Hang with me, come with the steez and see I'm no actor That shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own dice so we call roll, gonna lose, I'm takin' all your dough Punch you in your eye and come raid your town With the sound full of spunk as we break it down 'cause it's... [Chorus] ah, ah, ah, ah-choo! What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo The sniveling, huh-huh-ha c-c-c-coughing, hah-choo! Stuffy, naughty, nappy Check-a the box, dreadlox fox So na, hic-up, na, hic-up What's up? tic-tic-tock, oops! Shiver me timber now boots Oh my gosh, oh my goose Shucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-ups And I rips up many tracks Jumpin' Johosafat Don't make a sound, I see you rabbit Tracks, like thunder and lightening Watch the frightening, can't you tell? I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so I lumps 'em, bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitches They're mad, can we run >From rags unto riches Now my scruples, I lose 'em Damage, I bruise 'em I'm two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ?? I got secrets, Bo, I don't know Like loco, I'm ??? I'm changing, visions blurry So call me, um, Quasemoto And yo, I'll switch up hic-up! switch up hic-up! switch up hic-up! switch-up hah With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up Then I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphone Yo, rip it And I freaks it hic-up! freaks it hic-up! When I freaks it with my drunken technique I'm makin' pimps squeak But now it's whacker than the ??? Way up shits creek So don't sleep, when it's time to creep We roll my jeep And if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freak To break you down [Chorus] The funk makes me tipsy, got the whisky Yo, can this be the funkdafied horror Tommorrow I'll flip tip See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammer I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean And on my screens than Vanna White How should I roll when I write? Then light the spliff, now it's time to recite a verse, a hurse you be leavin' in Beleive me when I say what I feel, and it's real, not like TV And science fiction, my addiction is the funk With more fumes than a skunk, 'cause I'm bound to jump So check the sound [Chorus] |
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