Break The Lock (исполнитель: Ty)
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [niggas)! Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er... Alright, well... got my [bad word] down here... smoke that [bad word] .. We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup... Aaaaaaaaaaaah... UH! My style hurts doesn't it? Turn around and your hole crews loving it Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it Couldn't sleep 'cause your mind had a bug in it Buzzing without weed, extract And you thought I [bad word] Well you need a slap Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I'm on Wait, fore warning you of [bad word] of kong [bad word] on, splash little fishy can you swim in the pond? Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond? To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor Ancient, I never walk alone I'm up against the stereo-mono-typical Visualising wealth is not applicable Now, my brain cries out for me to read With movement inspired by Johnsy and Benjy Read [bad word] The Globe keeps spinning (The hole [bad word] world is) But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) We can't keep joking (No no no no) Break the lock if the door's not open now (Break it down break it down) The Globe keeps spinning (The hole [bad word] world is) But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) We can't keep joking (No no no no) Break the lock if the door's not open now Concepts get abandoned with no gloves Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like person with a temper can [bad word] you up right? Time to bring back down to syndromes Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya Now, now do you feel enlightened? Well I don't and I'm the one writing Anything versus everything really means nothing Can't be a king peacock - I hate [bad word] Dressed up semi-jiggy I might [bad word] somethin' lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin' Mr Fantastic Fox the Awkward individ' that makes the wack [bad word] hot My jazz addiction is a preminition of war When visible tussels appear on the dance floor The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade Vacuum the essay, now lets say I'm one in a million, a million in one room You want an interview with the killer of monsoons? I'll sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok? I'm terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away [bad word] "...two, three, break!" [x3]