Breaker, Breaker (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: GZA] Come and get some, you want none Y'all niggas wanna bring it, get done Flashback, '88 rag top Volvo Was one court solo, slash for logos 200 hyenas roam the arena Scheming on a truck Chevy, quick to rush every Criminal mental, satanic pen pal Wild style on your wax for ten thou' Most notable Hip-Hop Quotable Seen many when only one got a show to do Floor soaking wet with the drinks and dance sweat Tell me which click got the deadliest handset I make the mic pump, force make your feet stomp Murderous beats move like rope for you to jump In the two-inch, tighten with the Wu wrench None qualifying ass-niggas be Jon Bentz Spin the reel, 'nough vegetables on the grill Got a deal, no return with the broke shield [Chorus: GZA] Yo, Breaker, Breaker 1-9, you can't rhyme Y'all niggas wanna shine, get offline Can't rhyme, get offline Breaker, Breaker 1-9, you can't rhyme Y'all niggas wanna shine, get offline [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I use and abuse all groups and crews I can't lose, straight up and down, I'm bad news Like the bears, we folks come under the stairs Pack a hair trigger, scared niggas don't dare From the rear, I smash through like a John Deer Plant a bomb in your ear then disappear With the speed that'll reach Mach 5 Niggas pop jive, that's why they on the opposite side Dick riders tryna make their way inside Boy analyze, my camp be amplified Certified live, right before your third-eye Supply the mental high for the fiendish Through the intervenus, see it like a widescreen zenith Got sweetness, wanna show me her cleavage Leave it to the specialist, leave your wig split Leaving no witness, it's a mean business We mean business, invest in cream 'Til my exit screen, I stay plotting on my next scheme [Break: Masta Killa] Next scheme [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Blessed with the art to pierce and shoot dart I toke the bass, took your treble to the Rebel Allah Just embraced his face with the metal Danger, who opened the door to the chamber? Let this nigga run out wild with the banger Hip-hop socialize, inner pride Snubs in the club, twenty wizzes About 300 niggas inching your square Or could it be the armory? 52 low hand, touch the ground, strike his knee Pass the heat to my man Windmill backhand bust your nose gland, mic stand Might crash a wild fan The aqua City of Atlantis, mantis, flying locusts Surround the oppose, a bomb only has one time to explode I blow and break and quake your whole state Throw the shit on DAT and make me a fucking tape [Chorus] Breaker, Breaker 1-9, you can't rhyme Y'all niggas wanna shine, get offline Can't rhyme, get offline