We Like Breakbeats - Fat Jack, Aceyalone, Abstract Rude

Brought to you by the kick, snare hats for break beats

Level in the red cause 808 bass peaks

We like a junkie on them 1200 Techniques

We hit hard to knock a hip hopper to next week

I’m what’s new on the street, fresh meat

While most out of reach, sniff snow and tweak

They stole a key to the patent office to get my recipe

But did a piss poor job like imitation Elvis Presley

They blew you up in lights, blew up Snipes like Wesley

Don’t think for one second truth won’t manifest destiny westwardly

For all of you Desperately Seeking Susan MC’s

Cruising for a brusing, battle losing

Report to C.V.E.

for special schooling

And bump my new CD, I’ll give you the wax for record pooling

You’ll like break beats and beating on the walls in the bathroom

We B-Boys, B-Boy forever

Cause we like break beats and breaking on the walls in bathrooms

Break beats, and beating on the walls in bathrooms

Break beats, and beating on the walls in bathrooms

The B-Boy, B-Boy forever

I’m a B-Boy

And they call him 'Stract

Now where the B-Girls?

Fat laces and all that

The kick, snare, hat is the basis of all rap

And break beats

808 bass peaks

An addiction to rocking and yelling «Mass Men»

Like the fix in your syringe

Bound to hit you in the end

Let’s say I’m a mic hog

From Mic-A-Holics Anonymous

Your style is still monotonous to all of us

Name calling while freestyling is so obvious

You should be cautious

I’ll make rappers, sick nauseous and sweaty palms

DK, A. Walerus and Eddie Alone

M. Nine, first born

Already it’s on

Rhyme dope whether paid or the fetti is gone

If I want a title not a defender can stop me

I’m down with Phoenix Orion,, anunnaki, Zulu Irie

Backed by the elephant track then a diary of diskets

A-Dats, cassettes, etched in stone tablets

Where scholars compare texts

We’re clever

B-Boys and B-Girls forever

Sucker DJ’s be ego tripping

Yeah you cutting but your needle’s skipping

Do wack MC’s make people listen?

Nah, way too bitchy their mannerisms

The young guns always trying to test the O

For us the west was won at the Good Life, Project Blowed

Sound clash like a J.A.

Underground, we in L.A., hip hop culture

No matter where we on the charts, stay true to the art

Whether major or independent, know hip hop’s commandments

Thou shall not sign unless they really behind you

Stressed is where we gon' find you

Let’s track, rewind you

A fresh, def, dope

Break dance

Tribe Unique, the style elements make hands

Clap, the boom bap say «yes y’all»

Rock on steady and L.A. breakers in the west y’all

Hip hop they used to do it out in the park

Let’s come together, continental B-Boys forever