Quasi - Broken Gla** lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna] Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah) Hold that n***a.. [Cappadonna] It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the noise in The vocab k**a, usin' my words like matches Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire Latches, start to unlock when I rock You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block You can't stop, bouncin' and movin' Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods People from all over flood the street like cars To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer? It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E Cappadon' brings the sh** from cross the sea With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost? Look at this.. [Cappadonna] I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this More hits, no water hits, unrecord this I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire I attack microphones and set 'em on fire Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire Pa** the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla Straight k**a Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my n***as No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) Watch everything and search those b**hes [Outro: Cappadonna] See you, word up We don't get no prop-love Rump-a-pump-pump-pump Come on, can I say it? Pa** the tape, get the f** up What, what, Homicide, S.I What, baby? The hustle... come on Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good? You f**in' f*ggots! I tried to tell ya n***as, we won't be opressed no more.. We ain't takin' it, n***a, this sh** is real! This album right here is called "The Struggle" Don't forget! It's my f**in' word.. 2003, slash, Code:Red, n***a! *three gun shots*