Breaker, Breaker

[GZA]

Pump and get sumped, you want none

Y'all niggas wanna bring, get done

Flashback, eighty-eight, rag type Volvo

One court solo, slash for logo

Two-hundred hyenas roam the arena

Schemin on a truck Chevy, quit the rush every

criminal mental, satanic penpal

Wild style on your wax for ten thou'

Most notable, hiphop quotable

See many went, only one got us over do

Floor soakin wet with the drinks and dance sweat

Tell me which click got the deadliest handset

I make the mic pump, force make your feet stomp

Murderous beats move like rope for you to jump

And the two-inch, tighten with the wool-wrench

None qualifyin ass-niggas, the Jon Bentz

Spend it real, 'nuff festivals on the grill

Got a deal, no return with the Brook Shield

Yo

[Chorus 2x: GZA]

Breaker, Breaker 1-9, can't rhyme

Y'all niggas wanna shine, get off blind

[Inspectah Deck]

Yo, I use and abuse all groups and crews

I can't lose, straight up and down, I'm bad news

Like the bears, we eat folks from under the stairs

Pack a hand trigga, scared niggas don't dare

from the rear, I smash thru like a John Deer

Plant a bomb in ya ear, then disappear

with a speed that'll reach mach five

Niggas pop jive, that's why they on the opposite side

Dick riders tryin to make their way inside

Boy analyze, my camp be amplified

Certified live, right before your third-eye

Supply the mental high for the fiendish

Thru the intervenus, see it like a wide-screen Zenith

Got sweetness, wanna show me your cleavage

Leave it to the specialist, leave your wig split

Leavin no witness, it's a mean business

We mean business, invest in cream

Till my exit scene, I stay plottin on my next scheme

[Masta Killa]

Next scheme

Blessed with the art to pierce and shoot dart

I toke the bass, put your shovel to the Rebel

Allah Just, embrace his face with the metal

Danger, woman adore to the chamber

Let this nigga run out wild with the banger

Hiphop socialize, enterprise, snubs in the club

Twenty wizards, about 300 niggas inching your square

Or could it be the armory?

Fifty-two low hand, touch the ground

Strike his knee, pass the heat to my man

Windmill backhand bust your nose gland

Mic stand, might crash a wild fan

The Aqua, city of Atlantis, mantis, flying locusts

Surround the oppose, a bomb only has one time to explode

I blow and break and quake your whole state

Throw the shit on DAT, and make me a fuckin tape

[Chorus]