Y&T (Yesterday & Today)

Y&T (Yesterday & Today) - Break The Lock songtekst

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Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [niggas]!



Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er...



Alright, well... got my shit down here... smoke that shit...



We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup...



Aaaaaaaaaaaah...







UH! My style hurts doesn't it?



Turn around and your hole crews loving it



Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it



Couldn't sleep 'cause your mind had a bug in it



Buzzing without weed, extract



And you thought I wasn't coming? Well you need a slap



Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I'm on



Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong



Come on, splash little fishy can you swim in the pond?



Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond?



To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor



Ancient, I never walk alone



I'm up against the stereo-mono-typical



Visualising wealth is not applicable



Now, my brain cries out for me to read



With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read







[Chorus]



The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)



But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)



We can't keep joking (No no no no)



Break the lock if the door's not open now (Break it down break it down)



The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)



But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)



We can't keep joking (No no no no)



Break the lock if the door's not open now







Concepts get abandoned with no gloves



Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds



The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like



A person with a temper can [fuck] you up right?



Time to bring back down to syndromes



Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone



You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya



Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya



Now, now do you feel enlightened?



Well I don't and I'm the one writing



Anything versus everything really means nothing



Can't be a king peacock - I hate strutting



Dressed up semi-jiggy I might frustrate somethin'



A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin'



Mr Fantastic Fox



the Awkward individ' that makes the wack [shit] hot



My jazz addiction is a preminition of war



When visible tussels appear on the dance floor



The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade



Vacuum the essay, now lets say



I'm one in a million, a million in one room



You want an interview with the killer of monsoons?



I'll sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok?



I'm terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away







[Chorus]







"...two, three, break!" x3
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