Jay Alexander - Break It Down
Out of touch againI'm slipping back to the places that I've been
Back when they used to call me shit
And told me that I'd never spit
On a professional level, well shit
Looking at what I do now, I'm already close to it
So, snap back with that bullshit
Take me to church, no pulpit
Career 'bout to lurch, no hearse
Got to put the facts in every verse
No lie, I'm about to screech like a drake
But it won't be the sound of my career's brakes
It'll be the tune of a thousand screaming fakes
Getting cutaway and gagged, piece of cake
Motherfuckers don't know 'bout that speedy Jay shit
All they know 'bout is that ShapeShift protege shit
G shit? Nah, Jay shit, fucking aye
Go the fuck away, you got ain't nothing to say shit
I could snap you fuckers in half without a care shit
Stretch this trope out like a giraffe with tall hair shit
You ain't shit, I am shit
You make shit, I perfect shit
Got tired of feeling weak and misused
So I turned to two other artists that felt that way, too
Got that crew to make the others quiver
With spit so icy everyone starts to shiver
Sickest shit from the four corners of the globe
Ready to fucking shatter apart your ear lobe
So we gonna be on top for eternity
Now please welcome Daril and BBAE
Everything was breaking down
That was the last time that I'd frown
That was my last time feeling weak
That was my last time feeling weak
I had nowhere to turn
I thought I'd never learn
That was my last time feeling weak
That was my last time feeling weak
For those calling me weak, I stole all y'all keys
Broke my bat on your knees, Yankees
Sting your girl like a bee, Ali
She playing this d while I split her c
Like Moses, I slip inside the mind, osmosis
Don't doubt me or my kind, we too focused
Got an eye for who bold, and a nose for the bullshit, oh shit
Put a pedal to the floor, like a rose for this horse
Triple crowned like I'm whipping around this course with a Porsche
It's a track, I flex on but in fact
I acknowledge this a comeback from a dark place
I was filled with heartbreak, strong with the muscles but straight weak in my heart
That's a hard place to be at
See, we don't all bouncy back, but I'll plainly express with ink and a pad
I got no more reasons to be sad, 'cause everything I want, I have
I be popping with my bag now, Mr. Banks how I be, I'm the cash cow
I'm a simple man, I want my cash now, and before I leave this earth and cash out
I want zeroes in the banks that your hands can't count
I'll rep my city, my homies, get litty
'Cause I ain't been weak since I was itty bitty
I'll never be timid again, and to those, I pity
Who too afraid to achieve, I'll make that milli'
Get my girl that rock, one that cost two fifty
We talking 'bout k's, we talking 'bout success that's me, and see, these words came free
Everything was breaking down
That was the last time that I'd frown
That was my last time feeling weak
That was my last time feeling weak
I had nowhere to turn
I thought I'd never learn
That was my last time feeling weak
That was my last time feeling weak
Because hello, I'm that guy
Said I'm gonna get it done, be the right one
Better run, better come back
Indeed I've won, never saw me coming
And that's something you'll see was dumb
Keep your eye on the underdog
Because under fog, he gets the right spit a venom and
He keeps it tight knicked, never slight on the rhythm
And we keep it tight when we're sitting in the delight
Of this mess, we call success
Bitch call me weak, and you'll watch me creep
Between the sheets with your girl, admit defeat
It's nice to meet the dead man walking and I like to beat
The bad cats talking while they're hanging one hand on the soffit
Call me complete, the god of the other other white meat
Got my crew behind me
And I knew that rhyming was a tool to define me
And I knew that time of mine is dying
Never mind, hit me back on the rewind
Loaded like a gun with your BBAE
Jay's got his crew reinstating this art
I mean I want to impart subjugating
To the top like our rating
Burning out speakers on a top-line raving
Spinning like a top atop my rock
Inertia never gonna stop
On the Rap pad and I rap fast with my cap back
And I step back with a match in hand and the gas can emptied on the track
Never weak, never been beat
I say that now peace
Everything was breaking down
That was the last time that I'd frown
That was my last time feeling weak
That was my last time feeling weak
Written by:
Jay Alexander
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