Damon Elliott - Break It Down lyrics

[Intro] Lets Go [Hook: 2x] Break it down (down down down down…) Gotta get up (get up), say what Get up (get up), say what [Verse 1] Now may I kick a lil flow for y'all That's slow and raw For n***as who thinking the west coast fell off But first, I'd like to give a little toast to all Who's souls was lost up in the rap flows in all (gee) Back to my original topic f** the bullsh** you should be getting with Hopsin On that real rap sh** man forget the imposters Y'all destroyed hip hop (good) Mission accomplished Now I'mma make them regret this sh** Bringing back all the elements Making these fellas swell up And tell them that f**ing hell is hit I got to focus though And come down on all my zoning's yo Because I'm prone to blow And destroy all my lyric chromosomes I told you folks that it's over So go and roll up your soldiers And be up out this b**h like hocus pocus I'm so ferocious I had the potion but no one noticed And now I'm about to blow up even bigger than my nose is [Hook: 2x] [Verse 2] I'd like to bust another verse if I may The mess I made, make rappers want to catch my fade I'm just not sane, all y'all affect my brain So don't be running up trying to put me in headlocks mayne It's like I pin em like a poster, get em and then roast em When it comes to this verbal abuses, do not approach him I toast em, bury them in an oasis Then write a book on how I did it like OJ did (stupid stupid) I'm that new n***a all the kids gonna look up to With a middle finger in the sky screaming “f** school” You don't want your child bumping Hop? n***a f** you Who's a better dad? You or me? Let your son choose Girl, why you acting so pa**ionate? You smiling at me like I was attracted to fat women sh**, go dance your a** up in the cut with your big bu*t Come to think about it, never mind I could use a nut [Hook: 2x] [Verse 3] Still the same n***a, still using fruity loops Play this sh** up in the club, watch what her booty do I ain't got to f** with all the high tech sh** I keep the kitchen grimy cooking up my next hit I guess it's how I was raised, and now I get paid To go and write some bullsh** a couple hours a day I just pop a tune on and the music will move me My message is deeper than this sh** if you listen closely Yo, I got a habit for smashing f*ggots In fact I'm a dashing rapping savage Assa**in who has a pa**ion To just see 'em, read 'em, eat em Beat em, flee em then feed em to muselina I seem to be the most heated speaker I'll defeat your leader Freak your diva then freaking leave her Hopsin, he a demon Y'all knowing he a beast (what!) How the f** am I supposed to act? The west coast is back! [Hook: 2x]