COOLIO - I Breaks 'Em Off lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

Yeah, I run rings around your crew like a track star

So stay back far

You better understand who the macks are

A brand new invention is my intention

Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension

Ain't no tension

If I forgot to mention

I rock rhymes over beats for salary and commission

I got it all figured out like Columbo

I'll drop you like Dumbo

Your album is weak, and so is your video

Or should I say wackeo

Your girl is a tacky hoe

Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio

It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc

Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict

I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss

And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross

You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss

So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off

[Chorus x3:]

I break 'em off

I break 'em all off

[Verse 2:]

I got to keep on the real

With my hands on the steel

Cause we all understand we got to die one day

But, everybody knows we got to rise to the top

And the mission don't stop till the casket drop

I'm protected by the tech

And the teflon vest

And we earn that respect

Cause we worked so hard so put that needle on the record

And everybody check it, cause I never been affected

By what they say

It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears

For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers

So never let it be said that I fronted a fake

I keep the treble in my highs and lows in my bass

So feel the affect of the wine and funk

But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk

City to alley to valley hood and block

You know I got the sound to break 'em off

[Chorus x7:]

I came back from the Congo as Return Of The Jedi

I smoke the spinach and you get popped in your ezzye

Watch me do this

You take a ass whoopin like Brutus

My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee

Sea Hag don't never tempt me

Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy

I can do the rope-a-dope

And steal a base like Davey Lopes

And bring more hope back to the hood than the Pope

So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure

See, if you can endure

The pressure that's put on your

But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk

That's why your cap get peeled, yeah, you're soft as silk

It's time to seperate the real from the fake

You shaky like Jake

And your game always get exposed when you perpetrate

Check the Times and the Post

This is straight west coast

And when I break it off you know it's broke

[Chorus x7.5:]

This is straight west coast