DJ Unknown, DJ Mekalek, Time Machine, Funkbunker Fleet - Broken Bus lyrics

DJ Unknown & DJ Mekalek ft time Machine
And Funkbunker Fleet - "Broken Bus"

Yo, star, I got you open like a crowbar
It’s broken bus, but life’s so good so far
My twelve inches got a double meaning vinyl
Heads know what I’m saying
Plus my ex-girls are intervening

Cats are fiending, so let’s give ‘em a hit

But them kitty meow meows
They’re on some kibble and bit's
And your boys don’t make noise
Them dogs is hushpuppies

Plus I heard it’s five ohms
For a little sucky sucky

Long time love me in the back
Of the van now we’ll be man
Crack your fam with the clap of my hands

Well, it’s the Dapper Dan, changed-theme
Look-alike rapping man
Shepherd up a classic jam
So oil up the frying pan

And call the fireman it’s getting hot in here

And, girl
Back that ass up you got a lobster rear

With a rack to match

Yeah, and that’s a fact

I bet you’ll hit the whole crew, baby
Back-to back

And we could do that there
Just bring the raincoats
The verse we disperse full of insane quotes

Yeah, no-holds barred spit-slapping
Skill-slipping do with four flat tires
Broken bus still whipping

(And we got) pots and pans

(We got) plots and plans
And one of these days
We’re gonna have lots of land

And you thought you was the Sun
But you’re not JahPan

Mekalek, Dusty Frazier, time to rock the jam
"You wasn't down when we was riding the
Bus" - Sample from Edo g
On Ed OG & Da Bulldogs - "I Got to Have It"
"So put on your Adidas and step
Off" - Sample from Edo g
On Ed OG & Da Bulldogs - "I Got to Have It"

From Seattle to Miami, San Diego to Maine
The appeal of Jaysonic isn’t hard to explain

And from Chicago to Motown and
Back to the pro ayyo, JahPan needs a Dutch
So let’s stop at the stove

And they call me "Chomel" down in Mexico
But they call me 15 in San Francisco

Santiago is my eponym, yo, when I’ll
Be stepping in dough from
Edgewood to Acapulco

If Mitey is your lady’s choice from Long
Beach to South Beach, they all know my voice

We’re burning ganja in Ghana
Scama in Bahamas
Hash in Morocco, Turkey, Botswana

Yeah, you couldn’t hold a candle
To this your style’s
Dry like ginger ale from Canada is

No, we’re not finished and we’re not finished
I’m always holding something green
And it’s not spinach

Ayyo, I’ll spend my free
Time bullying an emcee
Got him in the corner
Weeping like a willow tree

And when I get an extra set
Guess what I’m gonna do?
Roll up in your favorite spot
And chill harder than you

So the moral of the story?

Broken buses getting fixed

Here’s a worldwide alert

And everybody’s at risk