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Breakdown
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Soundtrack
Utwór Breakdown został wydany 1 stycznia 2002 przez Brown Sugar / MCA jako część albumu Brown Sugar (Music from the Motion Picture)
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Data wydania1 stycznia 2002
WytwórniaBrown Sugar / MCA
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM89

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mos Def
Mos Def
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dante Smith
Dante Smith
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
Yo, good evening ladies and gents, close and distant fam'
Let me break it down for ya'll exactly who I am
That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave
That dude that make the other dude say that's my man
It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have
The haters know it's real and that's why they mad
They struggle so hard while I just lay back
They sound under pressure sweaty and straight wack
I rock like this because I ain't that
Tell the players I'm taking the game back
Matter fact tell, the coaches the GM's and the owners
Shut down the stadiums, it's over
I make the cats in the back draw closer
Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah
Yeah, you dope but (Cav) is more doper
Mo skill, mo style than mo folkas
I hit the lab with good **** to smoke up
And tell the sound man where I wanna go from
Blow up **** sheet across the notepad
School em' all from the drop out to post grads
What history book you do or don't have
There's only two eras of rap, pre and post cav
Now you know that
Stop the train, there's no place for the game left to go at
[Verse 2]
Cavie is my name but you can me (Cav)
It's all the same, abbreviated or whole
Shout it out so it don't be a secret to folk it goes (Cav)
Short for Cavie but i'm not from Cali
I'm from the rotten apple, dirty streets and alleys
Bedstuy Brooklyn doin' it exactly, get at me
[Verse 3]
Holla like Missy and Ja Rule
Ain't a crowd in the world that Cav cannot move
Hot dude, cats was thinkin' its not true
But come front row at show, I got proof
I went from selling candy in junior high school
To servin' spoony G for the fiends to gnaw to
Got sent upstate on a bus, not cool
In the yard thinking damn should've listen to Ma Dukes
Come home in '99, what the **** I'm gonna do?
I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle
I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin'
Building up my rep to be one of the five greatest
And I ain't saying Cav the best **** out there
But until he appear, I'm sitting in his chair
And I'ma need a few moments just to get in ya'll ear
To make you forget the duke was ever even here
I got two words for the world, be prepared
I got three words for your girl, don't be scared
And when they ask where the real hip-hop, its over here
And when they ask where Brooklyn at, hold ya ear
It's like yeah,Chris Antione Vashawn
Capricorn hit em' off with the classic bong and then I'm gone
[Verse 4]
Ridin' back to Brooklyn, boy
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