These are the breaks Listen up son I'd rather have words then be lead by the gun Put your hands up If you catching up That these are the breaks Shuffle this scratch that Move around Like these the breaks Kids listen up History in itself As a time and a place Is reinventing That all OGs paid the price And now they getting paid in full w tributes for the rest of them Don't stop dem breaks Shuffle up and hustle harder Listen up to and from OF futuristic goals When a goalie goals You know you got game son Don't pretend to be One of them that don't understand The times We been living On a dime Been a minute Catch up before it's too late That these just the breaks Bgirls and bboys We don't wanna be your friend We just want to be nice to all of dem Been moving since the showdown Of Kool Herc and da Blow Flowed dem Show them. And den show them the rhythm show 'em how it goes Party people That this is the breakdown Sun down Nice people just be nice This the masterclass Rising in the East from the West Coast Down south To the north pole Don't stop them breaks

Vernacular spectacle Speactacular innoculus behaviour Gimme words Let's play this game Intelligence over superior Superior over inferior Gimme something to play with Gimme your Vernacular spectacular Spectacle Intact retract your own facts Give a listen No other mission But words Acting like we know Acting like we the show Acting spectacular Let's play this game For real Deal or no dealer Spin the wheel Take a chance Gamble again The vernacular intelligence Over superior Over inferior

Lived in a home free of rent met a guy in the asquare who gave me shelter then Had mad rages all over the streets went by black ma and delta Those were origins Volunteered to help the old folks Got mad at the system Took his chains and bashed up the side of a car window frame Got sent back to the ward where i was living then It was a time Reporting wrong news By the british tabloids They blamed the black man and the americans But i was always canadian A man made to travel the world Met the duke of scotland who would've been king MAde it to morocco MAde it to the origins of greece Athens paris sent Where haven't i been Seen so much damage Miss saigon i represent Back when i had the vocal chops to audition \cept i forgot the words to memories Produced the theatre show for talent where i graduated With that big engineering ring Call me whatever you want Worked for ibm Anderson consulting Been east coast down in the states Working for the man BAck in minnesota Where i was sent again to an institution for the mad craven Been around the world Seen and been so many things But now i rest Schoobie doo ah schoobie doo eeee IT's been a thrill of a life But now we be chilling No more villainry

Wanna play games Who murdered who And why Blues Clue Or Clue with a rope in the dining room At night Miss Scarlet red with her cigarette MLK to JFK 2Pac and Biggie Smalls Frank Black did it all Nah It's all just a conspired game Lies about this or that Who will die in dignity The suicidal 27 age Or those who die in peace? Life ain't a murder game But people die all the time Get shot in halls meant to educate Won't call them what they are terrorists What cause they white and home grown in your back yard Keep them criminals out they the cause build them walls Reagan got shot but he brought down the divide Berlin were tried times But no one got the China divide Barriers always built Since the dawn of time But why Here's a clue Humans do what others won't Bury themselves\ Not to feed but to be cannibals That bury their own Pisses me off that this is the world\ King of the ladder Chain gang Pyramid factor Be on the bottom of the line We're the ones Animals should be after Destroy destruct This was nurtured not natural Humans out of luck This planet fucked Light a candl;e in tribute Lights out Total knock out Life is about murder War Games Matthew Broderick Ferris Bueller Beuller Bueller Take a day off Risk ain't just a board game Must be so bored we just kill things Kill Life Or face suicide Bounty hunters Assinate through craft Without having to pull a trigger OR nuclearize mass weapons of destruction Destruction reconstruct Construct a new system

Back in the day before I was born My dad came to Canada With fifty dollars in his hand This must've been back in 76 When he got the job Welding things in a trade they gave him a hand when they figured he didn't really know how to do But here we dooooo From a mission man undercover overseas He became a working bee To bring his fam to a better land The high boss noticed How good he was Just like they did when he educated himself to the top of his class to get special status as secret service thrust bust up your gut Back then in his new homeland The big white boss invited him out to his cottage home Man, was pops surprised All happy inside like a little boy Little did he know that when he showed That man just wanted him to clean the waste and weeds Around the luxury spot he owned What a dick Slavery even then By race Given to an Asian man, the immigrant He couldn't disobey Cause he needed to keep his job in order to survive And bring his family over to provide Don't say we all ain't been played To be slaves Of this bigger world Doesn't matter what colour you are Colours degrade and fade over time Major Minorities Threatening the white man Think this was centuries ago? Yea, guess it was But not so long past Despite it all We been grown systematically By our own individual experiencies It didn't happen to me But felt it through the han I feel it all Not just for my pops But for the fathers and mothers sons and daughters Everywhere on this globe Everyone wanna be bosses Yo my pops has always his own boss In his mind And I learned through him The trade of educating self Worth over what other people think Self truth before other people never take a break D-Grade Y'all histories get an F Like Fuck y'all You did it to yourself. We in a better world I love my country better than the rest of them But I see the creepers Spreading hate Cause they never read the papers They just wanted to make them grades To earn a dollar over holla Out Trading places Ain't a game It's real life It's real life struggles Unbeknownst to those who grew With a silver spoon Richie Rich Silver spoons Imagination got us all here And metaphorically The hater naysayers Who say, Who us? Not us, but them Not my kind but generations before Hey, call that growing But you never grew up Carbonite gold Busting out them ashes To become diamonds To shine for our kind. I grew with a silver spoon Only because of the rust proof life my parents lived They just trying to give kids a better life than they lived Don't discriminate Hustling harder Never taking a break Give 'em all a break Nell Carter/ Vince a protege These are the breaks The breakdown OF once upon a time Still Today

If I were the last one on this planet The last breath would be so sweet Because you don't know how lonely it's been Loneliness really isn't half that bad It's not as though I've had anyone Before But now I see the moon in the sky When the sun shines How many times do we have to rotate Around the planets in the sky Out beyond further than our reach I just want to be a star in my own galaxy A quest to have my ashes spread Out there in outerspace Cause inner space has been so difficult At trying times When we try too hard To fight That We are all alone Being eccentric beings Existentially speaking Billions of stars living on this earth Mother born Respecting our fathers and forefathers and grandmothers beyond If I were the last one to breathe this air I think it would be the sweetest breath I'd ever take Share this brethren with me So as not to seem so lonely On this here lonely planet If I were the last one to breathe this air I think it would be the sweetest breath I'd ever take Cause no one would be here To say that they did not care