I break a one, I break a two

I be the don up in this motherfucker, I puts it down

I rock skates, I roll bounce to the ounce

(Liar!) I bring that physical funk

Believe it, I function the paraplegic

Strategic, like if you was playin' backgammon

A new sheriff in town, and not Reggie Hammond

I pack a cannon, .38 snub nose

Not for shootin', use it for executin'

Lames, out there callin' my name

For fame, change your plan, punk, refrain

This tune, leaves your whole crew stuck

On stupid, Dumb and Dumber all this summer

A newcomer, yeah, I take em, then check out the avenue

Me and my crew went through

Whooooo, ah ah, word is bond, word is bond

I said come on (come on)

Come on (come on)

Please deposit bands so some niggas can get done on

Fuck I'm not the one to front on, I'm lyrically inclined

Seriously divine, whatever we ki is crime

I take it there, make it clear, in your Bel-Air lair

Leave it critical as St. Elsewhere

You wanna get jiggified, what it all means

Fuck Versace, I tote Glocks in the Karl jeans

By all means Nessa, Serri, my blood vessel

Turns to .38 specials and cause wind thresles

I be blowin' like I'm mystical, the invisible

Keepin' my court trials municipal

For principle, my next class, will teach you how to roll blunts

Pick up bitches, buddha, and messtas

Fifteen for less, mo' vex than Soviets

Another connect on my Rolodex

I'm at my smokin' deck, I keep my lyrics mad ghetto

Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal

Next up, I believe that's Ki

Why don't you get on the mic and rock the symphony

Well it's the sixteen bar slaughterer

Telepathical brain murderer

Comin' with the shit you never heard of

Ask yourself the very same question

Which crew is fuckin' with this squad in this profession

When the mic's in my possession, I crush you with aggression

And I ain't talkin' for niggas to learn the lesson

So why should I

Sit around and let this fake shit pass my eye

Fake niggas fuckin' up my high

Filthy McNasty's just a slob for the job

Forget any clan, set, crew, squad, or mob

Tied up, beat down, shot up, and robbed

Niggas askin' why, it's my motherfuckin' job

How many ways can I say I just don't

Give a fuck, runnin' niggas over, in Erick's truck

But my motto is fuck em, hit the throttle

Pass the bottle, bad luck had to stuck em

I crush your brain and smash your spine

Yeah, another hard one to find

I break a one, I break a two

Breaker 1, Breaker 2

Erick Sermon , Redman feat. Keith Murray

Songtexte Breaker 1, Breaker 2 - Erick Sermon , Redman feat. Keith Murray