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Текст песни Fu-Schnickens - Breakdown

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Breakdown![Chorus]The flow will break you downBet the flow will break you downI gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flowsThat`s bound to leave you bangin` when it gets exposed`cause the way I could display my style is wickedSo run up to your counters, and go and get your ticketsI know you got dreams of roasting me hotBut I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shopThe dramatical, craft-matical, soul fanaticAnd nadic, with the crazy flow that`s automaticFlowin` like them bolts from the sky like ZeusAn old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruleror protractor, you don`t have no nactorHang with me, come with the steez and see I`m no actorThat shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own diceso we call roll, gonna lose, I`m takin` all your doughPunch you in your eye and come raid your townWith 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-twoI can`t see a t`ing like Mr. MagooThe sniveling, huh-huh-hac-c-c-coughing, hah-choo!Stuffy, naughty, nappyCheck-a the box, dreadlox foxSo na, hic-up, na, hic-upWhat`s up? tic-tic-tock, oops!Shiver me timber now bootsOh my gosh, oh my gooseShucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-upsAnd I rips up many tracksJumpin` JohosafatDon`t make a sound, I see you rabbitTracks, like thunder and lighteningWatch the frightening, can`t you tell?I`m loco, ooh, they don`t know very well, soI lumps `em, bruise `em, with black eyes and stitchesThey`re mad, can we run>From rags unto richesNow my scruples, I lose `emDamage, I bruise `emI`m two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??I got secrets, Bo, I don`t knowLike loco, I`m ???I`m changing, visions blurrySo call me, um, QuasemotoAnd yo, I`ll switch uphic-up!switch uphic-up!switch uphic-up!switch-uphahWith or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick upThen I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphoneYo, rip itAnd I freaks ithic-up!freaks ithic-up!When I freaks it with my drunken techniqueI`m makin` pimps squeakBut now it`s whacker than the ???Way up shits creekSo don`t sleep, when it`s time to creepWe roll my jeepAnd if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freakTo break you down[Chorus]The funk makes me tipsy, got the whiskyYo, can this be the funkdafied horrorTommorrow I`ll flip tipSee, er, the blur in my eyes rectifiesThe funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammerI rocks my bandanna, shave my head cleanAnd on my screens than Vanna WhiteHow should I roll when I write?Then light the spliff, now it`s time to recitea verse, a hurse you be leavin` inBeleive me when I say what I feel, and it`s real, not like TVAnd science fiction, my addiction is the funkWith more fumes than a skunk, `cause I`m bound to jumpSo check the sound[Chorus]

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