Break Merchant - McEnroe, Birdapres

It’s mcenroe and Birdapres

No… no…you can’t sample this break

No… NO…you can’t sample this break

I’ll bomb you for your drums and pilfer your percussion

Pick up key information from an innocent discussion

I’m a man of ethics but it goes out the door

When I run out of breaks and I need a few more

I got bass lines for days but could always use more snare

After the producers I just get cold stares

Drums is drums is what somebody told me

When they get chopped up, even the oldie won’t know me

He played on the original but memory fades

Plus the rhythm that he kicked has been completely remade

The way I behave when the new track is played

Is sorta like a pitcher when he makes a key save

I put loops through a key change and then rearrange

So you don’t know the genre whether folk or new age

When I’m digging for records, I get sorta thrifty

If it’s priced over six bucks it’s definitely iffy

The other customers will begin to lose patience

I might spend an hour at the listening station

I’ll be late for the swap meet, being early is absurd

When I’m looking for breaks I just follow around Bird

He buys records for three, flips 'em for six

To me it’s win/win cause he knows breaks and I’m lazy

A hundred bucks on Ebay?

That shit is just crazy

When I got it for a dollar once

Beat mission

Cause fools keep missing

Speak the wrong titles, the fish will sleep with 'em

It’s Birdapres man I ain’t no joke

More addicted to records than Gator to coke

Late for broke, I flip finds to grip mines

With hard cash, aware of where risk lies

Where isn’t an issue

I’m learning to view

Had to spot a groove with a burn from the Q

Learn from a master, I’ve earned my stripes

Got some banging shit that you’ve never heard in your life

Rap records, my track records improving

Rob college stations quick then keep it moving

Me and macky, we keep the beats cooking

I’ll gank your Frank Motley when you ain’t looking

Record shows skip the line up for cheap shit

Get through the back door, quick on the some sneak tip

Both of these elbows come into play

When you reach in the crate or get in my way

I ain’t saying no names or dropping a dime

Cause talking in a rhyme means you’ll be copping mine

Later on

I can go back and get it

As long as it ain’t profiled in Wax Poetics

Cats act pathetic and let out grunts

On the hunt for a break, I was a wet mouth once

Now I keep my tongue in my jaws and listen for clues

Catch the beat head blues, start kissing my shoes

Cause I’ll be a kingpin soon, bringing goons

To keep fools at bay while I’m digging for tunes

I’ve got titles, they don’t sell on the net

Punk record dealers keep yelling their threats

Been doing this… since I was selling cassettes

It’s a new day, so I tell 'em to step

«I'm hunting for beats» — Madd Skillz 'The Nod Factor'