Kixxie Siete - The Breakout lyrics

[Verse 1: Kixxie Siete] Uh, I'm too smooth for these dudes to be stepping on They f** around, slip and fall, break they bones I make a song 'bout the story of Kixxie, I'm never in it for b**hes The road to glory and riches is long, quite treacherous For this mic messenger. If they stepping into my ring, I might wrestle 'em "My, are you kiddin'" flow Fine when I'm spitting clothes- Lines got them flipping slamming on to the mat And they expect me not to laugh When they flat on they back Them rap RB's got no cla**, getting marked tardy Even my whack bars be, flyer than Matt Hardy Jumping off the top of the rope, I'm that gnarly Hit you with the back of my hand and leave the prints Of the fresh ink raps that was written with black sharpie b**hes all up on me at parties And they hands pat me down like I'm drunk, and I'm lookin for car keys Must've left them up at the bar please, go back It's times like these I need Kodak [Hook] It's Yacht Club, we be floating along We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along It's Yacht Club, and we be floating along We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along [Verse 2: Art Official (AKA: Artie McCraft] I mix my pa**ion with a dose of agility Get a little closer now they feel the inability Slight pressure, (?) one's visibility Hence my facility is filled with artillery Yeah, that's me. Best believe I make you run too Hunt you, manipulate the mind no need to touch you The swift sailor, I took her up, then nailed her No trailer. Like weed, I inhale her Ecstasy, now they all wanna stand next to me For the simple fact they heard my rappin' is complexity Chief Commander, with a clan full of generals Mind generators creating that of electrical I mean that first, most did seem skeptical Now I hit the lab, leave wit' a bag of chemicals Spear entity, I go through the extremity Adopt a rock, and turn it into funky melodies Double D weed with no seeds be the remedy Exquisite energy able to lay down all my enemies [Verse 3: Kixxie Siete] And these days you can't focus on raps lyrically Track tend to sound like trash if they lack delivery Got it down to a science but I never pa**ed chemistry Cats try to mimic me, but that don't count as symmetry Actually I'm flattered, the way they talk about me Got me thinking I'm the only thing that matters I think I'm Ash Ketchum from the way I'm wearing my cap backwards My walk rad swagger, my talk bad grammar They think they tough as nails so I'm swinging that damn hammer Coming back for revenge like they k**ed my grand master Judo chop cowards like Austin Powers one hit and they hitting the floor They don't want no more. They fall in slo-mo, "Get up out of my dojo" I'm way too groovy to be loosing my mojo This ain't no movie to me, I'm sorry Frodo I hit 'em where it hurts, and I put them in the middle of the earth [Verse 4: Art Official (AKA: Artie McCraft)] Some think I'm too blind for the front line Be a fool, I'll test mine. I'll break 'em off Cloud of smoke arose from a crowd of folks No sound of chokes, Gawd, life ain't no joke Break the cheddar, see hoes, whateva' Glued to the path I'm on, I aim betta' Whether or not, I tear a knot, I know ya fear me, they hear me Black Swan, mission to say it clearly Psychological, most mentally brain dead No head like a bull seeing only red In dim light, my pair write, in full flight At midnight, I strike the mic, with a mind spite He's right. There ain't no way that he's left I'll be the rapper standing here til I'm laid to rest But I doubt that, I see fools, and they ain't even about that Reroute raps, on the wrong path. Where yo house at? [Hook] It's Yacht Club, we be floating along We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along It's Yacht Club, and we be floating along We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along