Stop the Breaks (Raekwon, Killa Sin, KRS-ONE & Notorious B.I.G.) Lyrics & Tabs by Wu‐Tang Clan
Stop the Breaks (Raekwon, Killa Sin, KRS-ONE & Notorious B.I.G.)
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Stop the Breaks
DJ Ron G
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Yo the style's older than [?], now commit the barking
I gather rhymes and load up 'cos it's a hold up
I meditate fast to assassinate a [?]
So what? Check the graphics on this rap chalkboard
Peace to RZA razor, yo, the nigga's major
Who slice tracks fast like whitey's on Gillette razors
And won't stab me the ragged [?]
Regenerate, lay in the area, air out and ventilate
See, yo I'm magical, swift like a [?]
Gat [?]
Now watch a beat that makes and shakes and breaks you
See, yo I'm magical, swift like a [?]
Gat [?]
Now watch a beat that makes and shakes and breaks you
Ron G makes a million off his name son
Ayo, peace to uptown, Shaolin now, walk through child is wild
Huh hit you like this son, Ron G, '94, takin' em the war
I got miles and piles of my styles to utilize
And brutalize niggas who despise 'cos I'm super fly
There ain't a nigga in the game who can tame me
I flip A&R's if they try to rearrange me
So how the fuck do you figure you can hang
With a nigga whose slang is equipped to pick a nigga's brain
I come hard to the fullest scar
From pulling cars to leaving niggas scarred on the boulevard
Check my steez my [?]
Like these biceps that I flex when I'm cracking these
A homicide in the making, you enter the chambers
And sentenced to death for move faking
See mad thoughts fill the mind of a Killa
Sin, it's iller than your ordinary blood spiller
When it's time to come into the track
I'm like a maniac slapping your stack when it's all back
What, 1994, give it to your raw
Mix king records, word up
Easy soundbwoy 'ere wit ya chat
Allow me to set the party off with the fly rap
Aye Aye cap, suckers wanna battle give me mine
You rhymes wouldn't be fly if you said them on Delta Airline
Now this'll take a second Kris has come to bug out
You waiting for some lovey dovey, hug me, get the fuck out
I got the hardest texture, lecture or whatever
I got to survive G I ain't no saint
I do graffiti art but like Martin's home decorating center
I ain't, Just, paint, wait wait
Wait wait let me speak, let me speak
While I'm on this beat your career is looking bleak
I couldn't understand why you were coming soft and sweet
But that explains why your rhyming skills are weak
You need a quicker picker-upper, rip a sucker
Put my album on toast 'cos it's butter
You dissing me will never happen slightly
That's like Arsenio Hall on TV saying "kill whitey"
You might be slightly thrown off at my complexity
Lyrical ecstasy is achieved by standing next to me
You should of known your career was gonna end
Should of called Dionne Warwick and her psychic fucking friends
Now it's ended, can't be mended, how splendid
For wack MC's I come doctor recommended
I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
Talking 'bout some "Praise the Lord" shit
Hail Mary, fuck her I never knew her
I'll probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black and mean
With the fifth by the gabardines
What you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin'
Niggas keep stressin' the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake, Ron G stop the breaks
O.C. representing some niggas dreams like this
You have now stepped into the realm of a man
With topics, open your optics, I rhyme for what I stand
Brace your boxes and stereo decks
I'm here to do more than just collect checks
So get fixed to the wheel of force see I'm the Jedi
When I'm in flight it might be like the red eye
Swift, take a wiff of my vocabulary
I'm wild like berries I pop it like a cherry
Ron G composed it everyone knows it
Life brings death from guns to roses
Shoot outs put ?
Shit is hex so I just might get a vest
But what good is a vest if you're aiming for the dome?
Kick it from a Jayne Cobb nickel plated chrome
Blast you in the face, massacring niggas
Figuring the referee foes that's bigger
