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Дата выпуска: 31.12.2000
Язык песни: Английский
Break The Lock |
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, ! |
Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah… Er… |
Alright, well… Got my shit down here… Smoke that shit… |
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 wasn’t coming? Well you need a slap |
Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I’m on Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong |
Come 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 D and Benjy Read |
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn 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 damn 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 |
A person with a temper can 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 strutting |
Dressed up semi-jiggy I might frustrate somethin' |
A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin' |
Mr Fantastic Fox |
The Awkward individ' that makes the wack 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 |
«…Two, three, break!"x3 |