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De La Soul - Brakes lyrics
There's a lot of people out here Who just don't know What plays a factor In movin' heads and toes It be them hits Hangin' out of them stereo kits Whether cassette radio or cd bits Mix tapes from the best Going on and on Throughout the city grounds To suburban lawns Man we don't play Even where we stay Videos shows the visuals Of jams today Coinciding with the rhythm Of the heart and neck The brakes got you In your proper context You let your lex or your Sixty-four suspension Bounce away all your tension En route to the club Where girls need the quenchin' Diamonds on your wrist Sunroof top But niggas out front Makin' guns go pop So the spot gets shut But on to the next 'Cause your ears get vexed When they don't get the fix cause [These are the brakes] It be your listenin pleasure While you're doin your chores [These are the brakes] No matter where you from It's for you and yours [These are the brakes] Bringing it back to the brakes Like the 'yes yes y'all' [These are the brakes] So let it be your anthem When you're havin' a ball Well it's silly of me To think that I Would never get a chance to see A piece of this pie I sat dead in front of speakers Thinkin' that could be me Anticipatin' open microphones So I could emcee Had a catalogue of raps Impressin' all the 'round-the-wayers Before I went to bed Included rhymes into my prayers But that rhyme is all on paper I want my song on vinyl plates I dreamin' hits and doin' shows Makin my niggas spines shake Expectin' nuttin but a little bit Of radio play Gettin diced on 1 and 2's By the best djs, hey Time was kinda tight But still i dotted on the line And some expected me To start buhlooning in the mind Seein' spaces and places That i couldn't pronounce But still i had the pulleys To make all the bullies bounce With the blessings of the great We took it from state to state 'Cause we landed on the good foot And got our biggest brake cause [These are the brakes] A mother gets mugged By her crackhead son "That's the brakes, that's the brakes" You're in the wrong part of town So the shots make you run "That's the brakes, that's the brakes" Your best comrades put six tabs In your o.e. "That's the brakes, that's the brakes" Your boyfriend made you a carrier of HIV "That's the brakes, that's the brakes" Now what's gonna happen When the sun don't shine I'm buyin tickets aboard The caravan of love Hey fellas See, money don't make shots repel I break woes and compose Some rhymes to tell So when the party's live It shouldn't be beef Or playin' indian roles I guess you thought you was chief Seems all broke up And now you woke up surprised Situation's gettin sticky Dead in front of your eyes We play the wall Similar to tacks Until the dj plays The necessary track In fact as the jam plays on Out comes all your bread To pay for drinks For them girls you want to spread Don't be mislead When the brakes inside your head And have you reminiscing On them kids who got you fed Until reality reveals a miss Who wants to know If you can play her real close Out on the dance floor 'cause [These are the brakes] It be your listenin pleasure While you're doin your chores [These are the brakes] No matter where you from It's for you and yours [These are the brakes] Ringin it back to the brakes Like the 'yes yes y'all' [These are the brakes] So let it be your anthem When you're havin, a ball |
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