The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Raekwon, KRS-One & Killa Sin - Stop The Breaks | Текст песни

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• The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Raekwon, KRS-One & Killa Sin
• Stop The Breaks

Artist: DJ Ron G. f/ Killa Sin, KRS-One, O.C., Raekwon, The Notorious B.I.G.
Album: n/a
Song: Stop the Breaks
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: samples]
"You can send my money in" - repeated over and over

[Chorus: samples]
"Let's start it like this son" - Raekwon
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" - 8X
"Let's start it like this son" - Raekwon

"Alright, so you go now, come on"

[Raekwon]
Yo, the style's older than sharkskin, Malcolm hit the market
I gather rhymes and load up, cuz it's a hold up
I meditate fast, do and stash it in there
The classic dough, so what, check the graphic on this rap snowboard
Peace to RZA razor, yo, the nigga's major
Who slice checks fast, like whitey's when collect raises
And won't stab me, the ragged dragulate
We generate, lay in the area, air adrenaline
See, yo I'm magical, swift like a magular sharp
Gat accular, mechanical, and new spark
Now watch a beat that makes you shakes and breaks you
Ron G., lays a million of the safe son
Aiyo, peace to uptown, Shaolin, now, walk through child is wild
Huh, hit you like this, son, Ron G., '94, takin' up the war

[Chorus]

[Killa Sin]
I cop miles and miles of my style, to utilize
And buddhalize niggas, shoot the spies, cuz I'm super fly
Their ain't a nigga in the game who take me
I'm flip, bangin' Nas, and they try to rearrange me
So how the fuck do you figure you can hang
Wit a nigga who slang is equipped to pick a nigga's brain
I come hards to the fullest scar
For pulling cards, for leavin' niggas scarred on the boulevard
Check my seeds, my wife'll step creeds like these
Bisect so I flex when I'm crackin' these
A homicide in the makin', you enter the chambers
And search us to death, cuz Wu take it
See mad force, feel the mind of a Killa
Sin, it's iller than your ordinary blood spiller
When it's time to come in on the track
I'm like a maniac hoppin' your stack when it's all back
What, 1994, give it to your raw

[Chorus]

[KRS-One]
Peace to sound boy, airwaves, you check
I'm bout to set the party off wit the fly rap
I cap, suckas wanna battle, give me mine
You rhymes won't be fly, if you send them on Delta Airlines
Now it's ok, cuz second grace, it's come to bang out
You hate to bust a lucky, dummy, hungry, get the fuck
I got the heart to taste you, let you all in
I got a style, G, I ain't no saint
I do graffiti art, but like Mozart, decorate the symbol, I ain't
Just paint, wait, wait, wait, wait, let me speak, let me speak
While I'm on this feat, your career is lookin' meek
I couldn't understand why you wanna come and soak and sweep
But that is nice, while your rhymes and skills are weak
You need to wake up, pick a rapper, rep a sucker
Put my album on toast, cuz it's butter
Visions of me, will never have to cite it
It's like I see a hall of teens sayin' "Kill Whitey"
You write me, might blown off in my correction
Lyrical expertise is a cheat, while standin' next to you
You should of know your career was gonna end
Should of called to your home and a psychic fuckin' friends
Now it's envy, can't remain it, I spend it
On wack M.C.'s, I come death to recommend it

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm hard, to overset, I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck 'em, I didn't wanna go to Heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my knees wit my hands grip
Talkin' bout some praise the Lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
I'll probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer
Eye longer, my pops stuck a ghost box
Big black and mean wit the fifth by the cabin teens
What to expect, from his next to kin
I'm loco born, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the back room