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paradox & imperial - pump the breaks lyrics
verse 1 (paradox):
let the breakers break and the poppers pop
cuz we could play it safe, but we’ll probably not
so we gon’ stay up late, coming off the top
like a razor blade, just to rock the spot
or treating paper mates like a molotov
set a page to flames when i jot my thoughts
till the break of day or they call the cops
cuz it can’t (can’t), won’t (won’t), don’t (don’t) stop
it’ll take a nation to haul us off
cuz the b-ss and cadence is all we got
made in bas-m-nts, then banged in the parking lot
got the party hopping on the hardest blocks
it’s like “olly olly oxen free,”
peeps flocked to the streets for a knocking beat
and the opportunity to freaking drop the leash
when what we needed most was the honesty
the release like molly, oxycontin, weed
to spring us from the lock and key of poverty
the economy could rob us of our property
but there isn’t a monopoly on camaraderie
so our prophets talk that street knowledge
to mock the profits that stock their deep wallets
speaking to the populace who seek solace
in emcees who can leave a rhyme scheme demolished
before we were deceived by sheer nonsense
praying for the chains that bind, like some weird bondage
when we could sleep easy, yeah, with a clear conscience
by steering clear of media’s insincere promise
a peer’s comments drove the endeavor
to spin records with vendettas, then cleverly bend letters
weathering whatever grim weather with thin cheddar
penning gems and grinning like we never been better
cuts (ldonthecut)
hook (raashan ahmad):
emcees, shine your light
b-boys, do that right
deejays, play that feel
graff heads, spread the real
go…
verse 2 (paradox):
let the scratchers scratch and the painters paint
cuz deejays and graff addicts paved the way
as much as acrobatics and 808s
or “the blastmaster” and blazing eighths
so twist your cap backwards and raise the stakes
to ensure the haphazard stay awake
the pattern’s practice the craft, then shame the fakes
cuz to claim your place you gotta state your case
we rap the facts for a change of pace
trading “smash and grab” for the paper chase
spit that acid back straight to a hater’s face
hitting the wack with the math they’re afraid to take
so i have to attack cats stacking major cake
with tracks where they brag ‘bout slanging base
cuz when crack hit the ave, it laid to waste
the inhabitants of inner-city nation states
now you laughing at the aftermath
of a tragic past, sipping tanqueray
acting like the trap is your saving grace
but enslaved to the cataracts of making bank
a rabbit in a magic hat who patiently waits
giving thanks to his captors. rats in a maze
engage in the battle, escape from your cage
with the basics: something to say and a stage
or displays on pavement, straight from the heart
or spraying up cars of freights in the yard
or a table and fader, raising the bar
when labels and charts were afraid of the dark
before a&rs got a taste of the art
like laying the bait in a tank full of sharks
now it may’ve never been safe from the start
but respect precepts from days in the park
cuts (ldonthecut)
hook (raashan ahmad):
emcees, shine your light
b-boys, do that right
deejays, play that feel
graff heads, spread the real
go…
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