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Breaking Atoms
by Main Source
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Overall Rating:
3.5820
Avg. Critic Score:
4.0000
Breaking Atoms Lyrics
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- Yeah, yeah, yeah...
- Rolling dice can help you or hurt you; your virtue
- Is known when you quit cause you've hit your cash curfew
- Even if you have to get swift and swindle
- It's as long as you with, so close you're simple
- I see people rolling dice with lives
- Telling lies and cutting close like knives
- For a sandwich and selter, so probablt sell the
- Clothes on they man's back for fame and wealth or
- Go with the next man's girl and hit the skins
- Get in his face and say "Yo, we're best friends"
- Scared of a tattle, because his tail shake like a rattle
- And then he'll kiss behind like a saddle
- That'll be the reason why you'll bleed and grieve
- Ready to diss your own brother at breakneck speed
- You roll the dice reall fast to get nice
- But gotta be more precise
- Cause I keep looking, and you'll keep scheming
- I'll start hooking, and you'll be screaming
- Starting to tries in an alibi
- Cause you keep rolling snake eyes
- Yeah, yeah, yeah...
- The person you least expect to slit your neck
- Nine times out of every ten crimes is the prime suspect
- It doesn't feel good, when you can't trust blood
- And your neighbor's the neighborhood hood
- Plotting the cut neck scam
- You sleeping in the end, you get swept cause you slept
- Yeah, the dice get blown on so step back
- Snakes attack and move as fast as a Cadillac
- But if found in my circumference
- The next day you'll pay to get your fronts fixed
- Rolling 11 is the opposite of heaven
- It's craps, so start revving to make tracks
- Once a snake, you stay a snake
- When you're small you took cookies, but now you take the cake
- And talk behind backs, and switch facts
- And tax, and probably smoke cracks
- Cause one minute my crib you're all in it
- The next day you wanna play self centered?
- Just because you're in with the fake guys
- And you keep rolling snake eyes
- Yeah...
- I watch people roll dice in the jungle of concrete
- With venom, corrodes the streets
- Where girls get foul on their guys, why? (They're rolling snake eyes!)
- Where the guys get foul on their wives, why? (They're rolling snake eyes!)
- False producers are telling lies, why? (They're rolling snake eyes!)
- Policemen are taking bribes, why? (They're rolling snake eyes!)
- So here's the solution to the problem that lies ahead:
- Shoot a motherfucking snake dead
- For rolling snake eyes
- I'm just hangin out...
- I'm just hangin out...
- I'm mainly known for the rough raps
- but kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps
- And eat em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats
- HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps
- While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay
- I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the side
- I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye
- While he's havin hard times writin rhymes
- So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines
- Which is the reason why I like to hang out and
- hustle with my friends, to get away from pens
- And copiers, so I'm Corona bound
- To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what's goin down
- And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town
- He's a clown
- Other than that I'm with Joe, and Burgles
- Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for kicks
- Jump in the Wagoner we're outta here without an idea where
- But usually we wind up there
- I go over K-Cut's block cause raw cuts is what he blends
- Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends...
- Yo, I'm just hangin out...
- with my friends
- I'm just hangin out...
- And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock
- makin beats that's sharper than cleats
- With my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros
- Checkin out videos
- And I speak with my man Rob Leak
- on the problems of the weak dumb and meek my man's deep
- Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas
- Me and Che collect money in bars
- And I run through discotheques like sound
- Royal Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown
- We rush through, up to the discotheque and
- hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm
- Nobody can get with the whereabout
- Cause we're out to shuffle they feet
- without a shadow of a doubt
- From Flushing to the streets of New York in fact
- Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack
- In the apartment got plans for the night
- Everything's right, takin it light
- Preparin for the best Tiffany's to be in
- And everyday seems like a day from the weekend
- The pool that never ends
- (Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight baby
- Word I'm with that
- Always the Powerhouse
- Nah but ain't nuthin at your house!
- I like my house!)
- And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
- [conversation continues]
- We fight every night, now that's not kosher
- I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer
- And wake up to be greeted by an argument again
- You act like you're ten
- So immature, I try to concentrate on a cure
- And keep lookin' at the front door
- Thinkin' if I were to evacuate
- You'd probably be straighter than straight
- And wouldn't have so much hate
- 'Cause you don't know the pain I feel when I see you smilin'
- And when I roll up you start wilin'
- So I front like everything's hunky-dory
- But it's a whole different story
- You don't like the fact that I'm me
- I don't put on a show
- When it comes time for you to have company
- And your friends don't understand your choice of man
- They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can
- But regardless, you shouldn't have to be so raw
- I'm lookin' at the front door
- I'm lookin' at the front door
- Baby, I'm lookin' at the front door
- I'm lookin' at the front door
- And when you're with your friends, I glide to the side
- Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time
- But when they're not around, the fights commence
- I'm the one you're against and it doesn't make sense
- 'Cause I'm the one that you claim to love for life
- But all I get is gray hairs and strife
- And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role
- And get foul every time you lose control
- But that's not my order of operations
- So I should win an award for lots of patience
- 'Cause that's all a fella can have
- With a girl who's shootin' up his world like Shaft
- And I don't think that I can take it anymore
- I'm lookin' at the front door
- My friends always tell me how I'm lucky to possess
- The best looking girl in the whole U.S.
- But every time you scream, you blow your finesse
- Tryin' to dis the Profess-
- Or twenty-four hours of acting sore
- Sometimes I wish you'd come down with lockjaw
- So I don't have to take in the breakin'
- You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon
- It seems like just two years
- Back when we were bonded and not pierced
- But now I keep itchin' to jet
- Sitting' in the chair just to stare, set to sprint
- Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
- I say it now like I said it before
- I'm lookin' at the front door
- I'll advance to your backside, foot and put
- Nine prints and diss a meantimes, where the sun don't shine
- So get a flah of the spotlight fast
- You got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass
- Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap
- I'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at
- In this here field my foot equals yield
- Your brain is simple and reveal while mine is sealed
- Coming up with the archeological finds
- Funk drums allow me to spark you with rhymes
- The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
- Cause it's the Large Professor
- While you was doing the butt, I was putting game down
- You frowned before now you wear the same frown
- Just as long as the buck I sit when I think
- I couldn't care less who was jelling the Profess-or
- Sir Scratch and K-Cut the Main Source
- Back to break more atoms of course
- With the beat no more melodious, votes I suprise folks
- I'm as sharp as a toothpick, come and watch the youth kick
- The game so tough cause the shine I'll scuff
- Busting the fluff cause I'm just that tough
- The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
- Cause it's the Large Professor
- I stomp supposed comp like a posse
- Brothers try to squash me, so I speak harshly
- On the constant truth of the Main Source crew
- I peruse the place jsut to see what I can do
- To stupid MC's whose rhymes sound fabricated
- Heads get deflated when the Professor's untranslated
- Style gets everyday play
- Brothers on the butters can't flip the Parkay
- Their mouths are sealed like Zip-Loc bags
- Fake like wrestling and small like frags
- The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
- Cause it's the Large Professor
- Finessing the songs like this, babblists get bust with the quickness
- Baby hit the mist
- You want to feel hard times, then friend say your rhymes
- The results will be about 10 volts in your mind
- I'll electrify, your brain is hollow like a tunnel
- I squeeze out doubt like a funnel
- I'm the MS rep on the microphone
- If I say what you don't like, go home
- That's why the places I play stay packed
- You like what I say and you always come back
- The mic's my instrument, my skills are infinite, catch a hint from it
- Cause it's the Large Professor
- [Verse One:]
- [blam]Aww shit, another young brother hit
- I better go over my man's crib and get the pump
- Cause to the cops, shootin brothers is like playin baseball
- And they're never in a slump
- I guess when they shoot up a crew, it's a grand slam
- And when it's one, it's a home run
- But I'ma be ready with a wild pitch
- My finger got a bad twitch, plus I'm on the switch -
- -- side, and step up to the batter's box
- Fuck red and white, I got on Black Sox
- But let him shoot a person from the White Sox
- What's the call? Foul ball!
- Babe Ruth woulda made a good cop, but he didn't
- Instead he was a bigot, dig it
- My life is valuable and I protect it like a gem
- Instead of cops gettin me I'm goin out gettin them
- And let em cough up blood like phlegm
- It's grim[blam blam]but dead is my antonym
- And legally they can't take a fall
- Yo check it out it's just a friendly game of baseball
- [Verse Two:]
- R.B.I. - real bad injury
- But don't get happy you're in jail for a century
- Just as bad as bein shot in the groin
- To see who'll shoot ya, they'll flip a coin
- And watch him run for the stretch
- But you don't know the man is at home waitin to make the catch
- So the outfielder guns you down
- You're out, off to the dugout, underground
- I know a cop that's savage, his pockets stay green like cabbage
- Cause he has a good batting average
- No questions, just pulls out the flamer
- [blam]And his excuses get lamer
- Once a brother tried to take a leave
- But they shot him in his face sayin he was tryin to steal a base
- And people watch the news for coverage on the game
- Hmm, and got the nerve to complain
- They need to get themselves a front row seat
- Or sink a baseline for a beat
- Cause television just ain't designed for precision y'all
- It's just a friendly game of baseball
- [Verse Three:]
- A kid caught on, but I don't know where the brother went
- The umpires are the government
- I guess they took him out the game, and replace him
- with a pinch-hitter, in the scam he was a quitter
- So the cops usually torment, I mean tournament
- Win em I was sayin
- You can't let the umpires, hear ya speak and battle
- like the other kid you won't be playin
- Cause they'll beat you til your ass drop
- A walking gun with a shell in his hand is their mascot
- And when they walk around let it be known to step lightly
- The bases are loaded
- My man got out from three strikes
- In the skull but the knife he was carrying was dull
- Instead of innings, we have endings
- What a fine way to win things
- And hot-dog vendors have fun
- Sellin you the cat rat and dog on a bun
- And when you ask what is all of this called?
- It's just a friendly game of baseball
- (Peace!) Piece of what?
- You can't mean P-E-A-C-E
- Cause I've seen people on the streets
- Shoot the next man and turn around and say peace
- But that's leaving people in pieces
- It's not what the meaning of peace is
- To me it means the absence of all confusion
- Not the oozing and brusing
- That we're all so accumstomed to
- Your friend got beef? I'll bust him too
- What a brother from a certain way of life explained to me once, dunce
- He didn't realize the fact that
- He and myself were brothers on the same rope
- Now last month he got hemmed up, huh, that's all she wrote
- So I can get up where she left the exclamation
- Looking for an explanation
- Little kids think that peace is a word that you use to sound down
- And I frown
- Cause that's what I was told at eaight years old
- And now I'm trying to break the mold
- So stop the dominoes
- I think it's about time that everyone knows
- The incorrect usage of the word "peace" has got to cease
- Stop frontin (Stop frontin) Stop frontin, like you know what I'm saying
- And on that note, I'll leave you with this
- then fight for it, or shut up..."
- Si, a que estamos con Main Source con El Profesor Grande
- Sir Skratch and K-Cut, y vamos a late los rappers
- y no puede en casa
- Rappers can dance sing and shake their thing at the same time
- But can't rhyme
- They probably think that as long as they gettin paid
- they can sleep in the shade but they'll fall like a cascade
- While I drop skills over drum fills
- They'll try to pick up some, and still sound slum
- Cause they didn't learn the fundamentals
- at this, and I insist that they get dissed
- For fraud, their weak rap tunes keep me bored
- Sword, due to the type of bullshit they record
- Hey and I make em concentrate on the songs I create
- And kids can't wait to get they fork knife and plate
- So they can chew what I serve with the nerve
- To call themselves real, but I know the deal
- So I just place all the cards on the trap
- Tell them to cut the crap, now let's rap
- Si, a que estan allegrando de esos rapid que
- sepatan muy grande, que no sabe lo dice haciendo
- por no se con fat, pero El Profesor el es sabo
- de casiendo, y entien la musica muy buena
- y cucata estaba con grande como eso
- espendejos sepatan muy grande por alli
- y Sir Skratch and K-Cut ellos que estaba DJ
- muy bueno. Con sabo por diciendo
- Now all you rap clowns let's go the seven rounds
- And put down your imaginary frown
- Or take it to the streets, with multiple beats
- Get as loose as you want, flaunt, no beeps
- This time when you rhyme it won't be for a rock show
- It'll be on the block so
- we can work like strainers, or filters
- And find out all remainders and the best builders
- Cause so many MC's get star struck
- Get on stage and find out that they're washed up
- Cause some new jack took em out
- But they was sleepin so what's the surprised look about
- It ain't hard to tell that your records sell
- because your rhymes smell and people scared
- of a brother that drop the bombshell
- So to show and prove the fact it's, important that you
- come and show your tactics, ASAP, let's rap
- Ah, que estamos hablando hora de los rapid que
- setamos bien de lo calle, y que estan de la
- tando de campias un cancione, no sabe por
- haciendo. Pero que yo sabe que Main Source
- ellos son yan de pierdegre. Quien no en calle
- que es la musica por la calle, pierde, OK
- Okay
- Terror on wax, Large Professor K-Cut and Sir Skratch
- Kickin it to kids that can't latch
- on, to the meaning of a real rap song
- Just producing corn, I like to warn
- We build it up dis far without sellin out
- And still got clout
- So you continue to sell and be a sap
- And when you're ready to snapback I tell you
- Let's rap
- Si, porque la esas estamos pidando
- y estan estampo que campien la mente
- ello pero que, asi lo de la ante
- que, effe fiete hora, tiende, pero de la gente
- ya no mesti con soul, OK? Voy a que estamos
- dice lo pass, y adios.
- Man, I had soul since I was negative three months old
- When it came to getting down I was bold
- Kicking steps until you had to put my ass in a choke hold
- And damn near wouldn't fold
- Check the picture with the apple jack hat
- My father even taught me how to skat
- So I developed the skat into what we call rap
- And get nasty at that
- Getting loose is not a problem, it's getting back together
- I pull girls like a lever, I get tired
- Bring the coffee to my lips and watch the Large Professor do backflips
- He got so much soul, he don't need no music[x4]
- I possess skills in the field of rapping
- So get down cause I make it happen
- Pop with a limp, low pro pimp
- I make other MC's mope
- Cause their skills ain't developed like negatives
- Throughout the years, I've done mega kids
- So don't fix your mouth you say I can't handle
- I got more sole than a sandle
- Cooler than a liter of digital soundproof
- I raise the roof (Ain't that the truth)
- Got money in the bank, baby pah, I'm a star
- He got so much soul, he don't need no music[x4]
- I rip rappers up like a card
- (Yo Large Professor I want to battle)
- Man, you're sorry
- I'm part of the Main Source
- And we eat DJ's and MC's as the main course
- For dinner, lunch, brunch, you better break fast
- Cause I'll eat your whole bunch
- Or crew, your girl's stuck to me like glue
- Cause I kick it like a class of kung fu
- I use a pick in my hair without force
- You use a lawn mower, you got peat moss
- Growing on your dome, that's why you're so dumb
- I'll eat you like a plum
- Messing with the brother on the beat
- I share the rhymes that are kicking like feet
- So don't let me start, holmes
- Because I'll pull your chart
- He got so much soul, he don't need no music[x4]
- (feat. Nas, Fatal, Akinyele)
- Ahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhh-ho!
- Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
- It's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- and that's all!
- [Nas]
- Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
- I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
- Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
- Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
- Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
- When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin Jesus
- Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
- Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
- My troops roll up with a strange force
- I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
- Swimmin in women like a lifeguard
- Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
- Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
- And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
- I melt mics till the sound waves over
- Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
- Slammin MC's on cement
- Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
- I move swift and uplift
- your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
- Rappin sniper, speakin real words
- My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
- Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
- My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
- Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
- My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket
- Aiyyo it's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- That's all!
- [Fatal]
- Fatal is merciful and they curse me
- When I grip the mic I show no mercy
- I got heart, I rip the party apart
- from the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans
- but you get done, you get blues like 501
- Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son
- So let me get upon the scene and redeem
- the dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green
- Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed
- Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes
- Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi
- An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy
- So round up your crew and entourage
- And let the God Merciful just take charge
- Aiyyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- And that's all!
- [Akinyele]
- Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit
- But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit
- Like pigs when it comes to a showdown
- Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down
- Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be READY
- That's what seperates me from the PETTY
- MC's gas themselves by drinking too much GETTY
- And get torn the fuck up like CONFETTI
- I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt JEMIMAH
- It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'MA
- Get You Sucka, if you bite like a PIRANHA
- So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama
- Point blank, period, with no comma
- Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-cide
- Cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst
- The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse
- Got game like a crackhead
- But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread
- Knots in the head from the words that I said
- So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead
- Aiyyo it's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- And that's all!
- [Large Professor]
- I grab up girls like jacks
- Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax
- As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start
- To finish I diminish like a cuisinart
- Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me
- (Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough
- Why's my name the Large Professor?
- Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer
- Don't talk about how you can break Rambo
- That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo
- Propaganda, save it for Savanda
- Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra
- Don't let the folks around your way puff your head
- Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed
- I'll kick fire out your ass so fast
- You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass
- Aiyyo, like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- And that's all!
- It's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- And that's all!
- It's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- And that's all!
- It's like that y'all (that y'all)
- That y'all (that y'all)[x5]
- And that's all!
- We all know Roger, Roger lives in Queens
- Brooklyn, Manhattan, the Bronx, and he fiends
- For knowledge, and people try to diss him because of that
- Surrounded by the ghetto plus the fact that the brother's black
- But Roger gets high - grades on tests
- He smokes - brain cells to rest
- But brothers jel on him because he has a goal
- And gold awards hanging all off the brain pain
- Behold, Roger doesn't fight, his brain is his left and his right
- But if tainted, he just might
- So all you brothers flying with a broken wing
- Watch Roger do his thing
- Roger graduated from high school
- But didn't advance or enhance no scholarship, cool
- Flip, he did not, he got a job at a parking lot
- Teased because he wasn't making G's at a crack spot
- He started meeting the people with the high ranks
- Attained a job as a manager at a bank
- Roger started rolling a Benz
- Had a bunch of rich friends and that's where his ghetto life ends
- He rolls around the projects he lived in once in a while
- Sees the brothers that was jelling and cracks a smile
- They have rings, but he has a ring of keys
- And D's, and now my man Roger is worth G's
- He doesn't have to rap or sing
- He has to think, so watch Roger do his thing
- Roger has diamonds like I have lyrics
- Always in good spirits, and money's never made
- Cash coming out of his ass like he hit lotto
- He reminices on all the bad years
- Remembers his fear and smiles ear to ear
- Counts a knot and goes to ?Backa Jaluts? to eat
- Hogo Boss on his feet smelling sweet
- Gucci frames and all the high class names
- Stetson suit clean on the scene laying down game
- You can't cramp his style, he's as sharp as the tip of a nail file
- You're going to fail, child
- Check him out while he plays with his ring
- Watch Roger do his thing
- Roger's a Cassanova now, he's swimming in women
- A symbol in sex messing with their intellects
- Throws parties every week in his happy home
- Out on the island and stays smiling alone
- That's his style, macking skins and laying girls like towels
- Not acting wild
- Question: Roger's life seems complete, right?
- That's what an education can and might do
- It may sound corny but it's true
- Roger does his thing and so can you
- So get your head out the sling
- And watch Roger do his thing, hit it
- My man J.D. Drumsticks gets busy. Yo J.D., chill
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