Natty Mari - Breaker One No lyrics

We said What's up, Breaker breaker one nine We're about to have ourselves a hell of a time They said Hello, 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, bra** 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 s**er'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 accumulates 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 co*k 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**h, It's Hutch 2013.5 motherf** 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