Breakin’ Bread

Lyrics

[Hi-Tek scratches] [Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'" "DJ" [Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!" [Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with.." "Homeskillet" [Homeskillet] From the beginnin', head-spinnin' Hip-Hop The never-endin', don't stop B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim position (Yeah) Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock Follow the greater mission, freedom off the top Beat 'em off the block, not cop, rap they bought Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock Drop steady, cripplin' non-believers like Teddy Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods, and from the– Ground, Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder Street hunger, the universal man works wonders Mic in hand, breakin' land, rockin' up from down under [Crunch Extraordinare, (Hi-Tek scratches)] I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit' it Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it? This is the way I roll, how I deliver these packages Turn the other cheek, 'cause this track I be smackin' it But don't clap, 'cause the style'll bust caps I'm jiggy and all that, but I can get control back But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul The MC regulator, microphone detonator My real live Wanna Battle niggas, they can vouch 80 Sheiks throw them joints that let da fuckin' monkey out Not "hell yeah" but "hell yeah!" Cin' City When I spit this here it's easy as.. ("1-2-3"!) If you can "huh?" then you can hear me, you ain't heard nothin' yet I'm live and fortified, like Kweli and Mos Def Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those I got control, but I'm reckless in studios I got Harmony and Thug tendencies all in my Bones No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me We global – East, West, North, South, we rumble Hands that touch mic's get smacked, 'cause that's a no-no Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show When heads hear this piece they call off with no-shows [Hi-Tek cuts it up] [Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'" "DJ" [Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!" [Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with.." [Mos Def "If You Can Huh..."] "Dante" [Donte] Yo... I struggle more than tug-of-war, writing rhymes by the score Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would get galore As a testament of goals, it was destined in my soul They'd test it, but no question, weapons restin' my foes Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls Midas Touch as it's told, writing nothin' less than gold On journeys, I March through Madness, like a tourney Send you out on a gurney, talkin' 'bout yo' attorney ("I'm suing!") You stand empty, search for your end like Van Impe One man band on the MP' and a nigga ran SMPTE Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can simply Say "he's the nicest," out loud and gently Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay If you sign a wack contract that mean... ("what?") Got your John Hancock on the paper that say "The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way" "The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way" "The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way" "The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" [Hi-Tek scratches] [Mos Def "Body Rock"] "Alright OK, I'm feelin you" [Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'" "DJ!" [Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!" [Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with..." "Main Flow..." [Main Flow] Words out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure the plot Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox Head spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals Mob past, broadcast, facin' the God-less Spot grabs who pop laughs, jump out of stock caps For cop cash, watch tabs, eyes on my top half Flock fast, stock crash, hot when I drop math It's 'ran Wrap, Air-Vac, exitin' Fairfax We ship packs, step back, cover our bear tracks And teach moves, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth At least two elite few studyin' Hebrew [Outro: Main Flo] Big Ohio status Homeskillet, Crunch Extraordinare Main Flow, Donte, Hi-Tek