Yasiin Bey - Breakdown lyrics
[Yasiin Bey - Breakdown lyrics]
YO!
Good evening ladies and gents
Close and distant fam
Let me break it down for
Ya'll exactly who I am (cAV)
That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave
That dude that make the other
Dude say that's my man (CAV)
It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have
The haters know it's real and
That's why they mad
They struggle so hard while I just lay back
They sound under pressure
Sweaty and straight wack
I rock like this because I ain't that (CAV)
Tell the players I'm taking the game back
Matta fact tell the coaches, the GMs
And owners shut down the stadiums, it's over
I make the cat's in the back draw closer
Get the comp choked up like
White folks on Oprah
Yeah you dope, but (CAV) it's more doper
More skill, more style, and more focus
I hit the lab with good shit to smoke up
And tell the sound man where I wanna go from
Blow up, skit sheet across the notepad
School em' all from the drop
Out to post grads
What history book you do or don't have
There's only two eras of rap
Pre and post CAV now you know that
Stop the train
There's no place for the game left to go at
Cavee is my name but you can call me (CAV)
It's all the same abbreviated or whole
Shout it out so it don't be
A secret to folk it go (CAV)
Short for Cavee but I'm not from Cali
I'm from the rotten apple
Dirty streets and alleys
Bed-Stuy Brooklyn doin' it exactly
Get at me!
Holla!like Missy and Ja Rule
Ain't a crowd in the world
That CAV cannot move
Hot dude, cats was thinkin' it's not true
But come front row at the show, I got proof
I went from sellin' candy
In junior high school
To servin' spoony g for the fiends to gnaw to
Got sent upstate on a bus (Not cool)
In the yard thinkin' damn should've
Listen to ma duke
Come home in 99, what the fuck I'm gonna do
I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle
I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin
Buildin' up my rep to be
One of the five greatest
And I ain't saying CAV the
Best nigga out there
But until he appear, I'm sittin' in his chair
And I'mma need a few moments just
To get in ya'll ear
To make you forget that dude
Was ever even here
I got two words for the world: Be prepared
I got three words for your
Girl: Don't be scared!
And when they ask where the real hip-hop
IT'S OVER HERE!
And when they ask where Brooklyn at
HOLD YA EARS!
It's like YEAH! Chris Antione Vashon
Capricorn hit em' off with the classic
Bong and then I'm gone
Ridin' back to Brook-Lan boyeeeeee
Good evening ladies and gents
Close and distant fam
Let me break it down for
Ya'll exactly who I am (cAV)
That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave
That dude that make the other
Dude say that's my man (CAV)
It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have
The haters know it's real and
That's why they mad
They struggle so hard while I just lay back
They sound under pressure
Sweaty and straight wack
I rock like this because I ain't that (CAV)
Tell the players I'm taking the game back
Matta fact tell the coaches, the GMs
And owners shut down the stadiums, it's over
I make the cat's in the back draw closer
Get the comp choked up like
White folks on Oprah
Yeah you dope, but (CAV) it's more doper
More skill, more style, and more focus
I hit the lab with good shit to smoke up
And tell the sound man where I wanna go from
Blow up, skit sheet across the notepad
School em' all from the drop
Out to post grads
What history book you do or don't have
There's only two eras of rap
Pre and post CAV now you know that
Stop the train
There's no place for the game left to go at
Cavee is my name but you can call me (CAV)
It's all the same abbreviated or whole
Shout it out so it don't be
A secret to folk it go (CAV)
Short for Cavee but I'm not from Cali
I'm from the rotten apple
Dirty streets and alleys
Bed-Stuy Brooklyn doin' it exactly
Get at me!
Holla!like Missy and Ja Rule
Ain't a crowd in the world
That CAV cannot move
Hot dude, cats was thinkin' it's not true
But come front row at the show, I got proof
I went from sellin' candy
In junior high school
To servin' spoony g for the fiends to gnaw to
Got sent upstate on a bus (Not cool)
In the yard thinkin' damn should've
Listen to ma duke
Come home in 99, what the fuck I'm gonna do
I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle
I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin
Buildin' up my rep to be
One of the five greatest
And I ain't saying CAV the
Best nigga out there
But until he appear, I'm sittin' in his chair
And I'mma need a few moments just
To get in ya'll ear
To make you forget that dude
Was ever even here
I got two words for the world: Be prepared
I got three words for your
Girl: Don't be scared!
And when they ask where the real hip-hop
IT'S OVER HERE!
And when they ask where Brooklyn at
HOLD YA EARS!
It's like YEAH! Chris Antione Vashon
Capricorn hit em' off with the classic
Bong and then I'm gone
Ridin' back to Brook-Lan boyeeeeee