Mood - Breakin' Bread lyrics

[Hi-Tek cuts it up] "It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as.." "1-2-3" "DJ" "Hi-Tek y'all" -] Inspectah Deck "Collaborate, break bread with.." -] Pete Rock "Homesk**et" [Homesk**et] From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop The never-endin, don't stop B-boy religion. I'll rock and claim position Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top Beat 'em off the block, now co*k-wrap they bop Number one on street spots, Homesk**' the hard rock I drop steady, cripplin non-believers like Teddy Pendergra**, tense up ya tender a**, you're not ready Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder Street hunger, the universal man works wonders Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under [Crunch Extraordinare] I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it? This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages Turn the other cheek, cuz this track I be smackin it But don't clap, cuz this style'll bust caps I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back But f** that, control over mind, body and soul The MC regulator, microphone detonator My real live wanna battle n***as take a vouch Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and +Let Da f**in Monkey Out+ Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in Cin' City When I spit this here it's easy as.. {"1-2-3"} +You Can "Huh?" You Can Hear Me+, you ain't heard nuttin yet I'm +Live+ and +Fortified+ like Kweli and Mos Def Practice the incredible, sh** ain't even competable Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those I got control but I'm wreckless in studios I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my Bones No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me We global, East, West, North, South, we robo Hands that touch mic's get smacked cuz that's a no-no Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows [Hi-Tek cuts it up] "It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as.." "1-2-3" "DJ" "Hi-Tek y'all" -] Inspectah Deck "Collaborate, break bread with.." -] Pete Rock "Donte" -] Main Flo [Donte] I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls Midas Touch as it's told, writin nuttin less than gold My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys Send you out on a gerdy talkin 'bout yo' eternity Can't stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti One man band on the MP and a n***a ran simply Hi-Tek, all these other n***as can exempt me Say he's the nicest out loud and gently Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay If you sign a wack contract that mean.. (no weight) Got your John Hanco*k on the paper to say "The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" {x4} [Hi-Tek cuts it up] "Alright OK, I'm feelin you" -] Common "It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as.." "1-2-3" "DJ" "Hi-Tek y'all" -] Inspectah Deck "Collaborate, break bread with.." -] Pete Rock "Main Flo" -] Main Flo [Main Flo] Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot Measurin blocks, releasin this live like Desert Fox Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals Rob past, raw cash, facin the God last Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math? This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin Hebrew [Outro: Main Flo] Big Ohio status Homesk**et, Crunch extraordinare Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek