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letra de breaker one no - crown hutch

we said what’s up, breaker breaker one nine
we’re about to have ourselves a h-ll of a time
they said h-llo, breaker breaker one no but we don’t really have no other place to go
so i’m all plume feathers, beak and bone, emasculated candy bandit
leave me alone, my speakerphone’s a replicated pomegranate
turn to the left, pucker up, br-ss knuckle-bone
get to actin bad like your dad’s not home
so you say you can groove and you know how to move?
you know what? screw it! just get up and do it!
you do realize there’s not much that divides us
all the haters outside just upgraded: despisers
ski, bang bang badee, bring a body bag cold steppin to me, i said let’s go
i ain’t got the time, good thing i never needed a rolex to rhyme
uh-huh uh oh, wait where’d you go?
i knew this sucker’d buckle once i struck him with muscle
i feel mean, feel like a microphone fiend
late commuter hussle bounce, you’re just people in my house
now the gun-fight firing like the siren at the firehouse sing
spun tight spirals, wiring in the wirehousing
how you bout to sweat bullets out when the fire rising
can’t control it way my body piledriving
hand-brake cable pulls the label off the satellite scene
barnyard carnage sprawled along a dark, green
how you call it, tesla coiled up in a shark tank
how you bout to log the dog talk: bark bank!
tax-free wax acc-mulates in coyote tracks
blackstreet’s back-beat, lovin the way you working that
you’re sent bookin, dedicating to good-lookin
your chain’s crooked, step up and get your brains tooken
2013: coca-cola tobacco patent
i’m surfacing on lists, you laying there wondering what happened with napkins
amorphous, red splotches forming gorgeous in portions according to the low path
blown back up in blotting patches
and your body like a rotting cabbage
venom spit, the mic gripped, my kit savage
pump fake laker like the apricotted battlebot zing
won fight finals, champion belt the rap ring
how you going to face my face once the clock’s ticking
don’t waste my waist get to c-ck sipping
ooh i guess you snooze you lose
look at tweedle-dumb, twiddle thumbs confused
-chorus-
jump out the trunk, stomp your left foot twice, stomp your right foot nice ( stomp, stomp )
get up and do it
take it hutch! my heart quickening more, now as i start to kick in the door
sealed off sunset gold stricken at core
that ain’t no way to have fun you old stick in the floor
you old stick in the mud
b-tch, it’s hutch
2013.5 motherf-ck you so much
hear the hiss of amyl nitrate? the pleasure is past it
pre-tied tye, funeral stafford in plastic, yeah
yeah, graffiti in your mathbook: what’s up?
encapsulated in capsules and pastel terradactyls: what’s up?
yall see me: on the rise
yall see me: crown hutch, i’m on the rise
i’m feeling pretty dope. it’s so dope: it’s doperwhelming

- crown hutch

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