Breakin' Bread Lyrics - Singles - Hi-tek

It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3 

DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck 

Collaborate, break bread with, Pete Rock 

Homeskillet 

From the beginnin', head spinnin' hip hop 

The never endin', don't stop 

B-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 

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, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it 

But don't clap, 'cuz 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 wanna 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 tendancies 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 'cuz 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 

It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3 

DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck 

Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock 

Donte, Main Flo 

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" 

"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" 

"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" 

"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way" 

Alright okay, I'm feelin' you, common 

It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3 

DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck 

Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock 

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 

Big Ohio status 

Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare 

Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek