CRUNCH EX

CRUNCH EX - Broken Anglish lyrics

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(feat. Talib Kweli)

[Kweli]

Alright, we on

What time is it?

Cuz I don't have my watch set

‘bout midnight

We about to get into this broken anglish

Yo know what I'm saying?

Empty pages

This language is mad limited

Jahson is in the house

Crunch Extraordinaire, Talib Kweli, Wanna Battle

Put your lighters in the air

If you listening to this in your ride right now

Honk your horn really fuckin loud

This is how we do

[Crunch]

Yo, nickels, dimes heavy turnouts

Get sweated like I did a hundred burnouts

Your blowing my high, but I still got enough stamina

To lyrically smack, whack niggas on camera

I get a rush when 20, 30 thou on they feet

I get em open like umbrellas in exotic drinks

Just think, right now if I was to go seven thirty

In an 88 Oldsmobile, ridin dirty

Flag down a bootleg let me out on the next street

So I can get one of them blazing joints from filthy street cleats

Hold me down hun

Cuz after work I'm turnin it out

These fools like dirty days in the workhouse

Landspeed is the label like drinks and coffee tables

Flip it back and moving em like 6-inch cables

Spike punch, trench coats are dorin gable

My voice box on the percussion, stable

Sharing my pen is like sharing a needle

It ain't ghetto no more cuz they tearing down the Regal

All you need is a drop of this you can feed the whole metropolis

With a rotwilder pitbull lock on this

I get the water out

Know doubt time to pull out

Time vacate the dime think I'll take the border route

Meet me at the duplexes

I got certain issues, niggas spend 8, 20's on a pair of gym shoes

I got change back from paying all these dues

I got rhymes that are just chillin in my fatty tissues

[Kweli]

Crunch I know the ‘natti with you

Brooklyn hold it down

Peep how we terrorize these niggas through the sound

Wanna Battle compound

It's how we do

Nobody out there can fuck with my crew

Jahson, you know what I'm talking about

Dante, you know what I'm talking about

Main Flow, you know what I'm talking about

Hi-Tek, you know what I'm talking about

Let's put it down, yo yo yo

Wanna Battle

Ways of the gun, will bust with you

Play it to the bone like grisle

I'm straight official

Federal like long-prison time Ohio give you

Hop on the Jahson track rip it to thisles

Like my nigga E-Dub

We love the street buzz

Cats in the game acting soft like peach fuzz

Delete dubs

Carry my voice through Queen City

With stories that make the horrible seem pretty

Niggas is Proctor and Gambling with their life

I take my anger, handle it and channel it through the mic

Spray the area complex, like the inferior one

You get when you standing to close to the sun

It's like Ra pum pa pum pum beat the drum like a man

You get burned really quick trying to enter my atmosphere

This ain't practice here, just the money-shot for the game

I know I rocked your brain when your honey dropped the name, Kweli

That's what you get for asking stupid questions

Like who's the best you've ever had

Don't be mad, these are skills you never had and never will

Me and my niggas forever build

Before this shit get too hot you better chill

For real, you deal with Kweli and Crunch Extraordinary

You ain't heard no shit like this

We pop cherries are virgin ears

Remember you heard it hear first

Got a taste for blood, quench my thirst with the verse

[Chorus: Crunch]

It's broken anglish to some niggas

Another language

For those I gotta break it down for

It's called slanguage

Kwa, I know Brooklyn with the Natti hold it down

Peep how we terrorize niggas through the sound

[Samples: Guru]

[Kweli]

[Crunch]

[Kweli]

[Crunch]

It's going down

Cincinnatti and Brooklyn rasp

Watch the planet and the sun and the moon collapse

Jot it down

Got it down, just some hints for y'all

Crunch and Talib anglish broken like fibulas

Watch y'all inspect it

You cats better respect this

Some of y'all turn me off like gas and electric

This language is for stocking caps and hoodies

I blaze and state issues and goodies

Red bull lounging on Persian rugs and footies

I expected this to turn out harder than my woody

Cin the clip Crooklyn the barrel

Can't find an anti-dote for these lyrical poison arrows

For senoritas mama and papa too old

Batman grooving to this dynamic duo

Turn it down, the sound too much for y'all

How we lace it is just so punctual

Show each other our rings, after the emcee superbowl

Exploit these ballpoint after I break fools

No doubt, fo sho' it's for certain

When they get wind of this walls coming down like Berlin

You can get enough of this whether you sell crack or working

Whether you roller blade, snowboard or surfing

[Chorus]

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