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    Dj Hi-Tek / Lyrics

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    "Breakin' Bread" Lyrics

    Dj Hi-Tek

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    [Hi-Tek cuts it up]
    "It's like the A to be to the see, it's easy as.."
    "1-2-3"
    "DJ"
    "Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
    "Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
    "Homeskillet"

    [Homeskillet]
    From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop
    The never-endin, don't stop
    be -boy religion. I'll rock and claim position
    Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
    Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top
    Beat 'em off the block, now cock-wrap they bop
    Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock
    I drop steady, cripplin non-believers like Teddy
    Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready
    Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder
    Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder
    Street hunger, the universal man works wonders
    Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under

    [Crunch Extraordinare]
    I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it
    Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?
    This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages
    Turn the other cheek, 'cause this track I be smackin it
    But don't clap, 'cause this style'll bust caps
    I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back
    But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
    The MC regulator, microphone detonator
    My real live want to battle niggas take a vouch
    Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and +Let Da fuckin Monkey Out+
    Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in Cin' City
    When I spit this here it's easy as.. {"1-2-3"}
    +You Can "Huh?" You Can Hear Me+, you ain't heard nuttin yet
    I'm +Live+ and +Fortified+ like Kweli and Mos Def
    Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable
    Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those
    I got control but I'm wreckless in studios
    I got Harmony and Thug tendencies all in my Bones
    No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me
    Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me
    We global, East, West, North, South, we robo
    Hands that touch mic's get smacked 'cause that's a no-no
    Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show
    When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows

    [Hi-Tek cuts it up]
    "It's like the A to be to the see, it's easy as.."
    "1-2-3"
    "DJ"
    "Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
    "Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
    "Donte" -> Main Flo

    [Donte]
    I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score
    Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
    As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
    They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes
    Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls
    Midas Touch as it's told, writin nuttin less than gold
    My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys
    Send you out on a gerdy talkin 'bout yo' eternity
    Can't stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti
    One man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply
    Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me
    Say he's the nicest out loud and gently
    Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay
    If you sign a wack contract that mean.. (no weight)
    Got your John Hancock on the paper to say
    "The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" {x4}

    [Hi-Tek cuts it up]
    "Alright OK, I'm feelin you" -> Common
    "It's like the A to be to the see, it's easy as.."
    "1-2-3"
    "DJ"
    "Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
    "Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
    "Main Flo" -> Main Flo

    [Main Flo]
    Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot
    Measurin blocks, releasin this live like Desert Fox
    Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals
    Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals
    Rob past, raw cash, facin the God last
    Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps
    For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat
    Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?
    This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact
    We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks
    Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth
    Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin Hebrew

    [Outro: Main Flo]
    Big Ohio status
    Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare
    Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek
    This song was submitted on December 19th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Fred Wesley, James Brown.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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