(To the beat ch`all) --> Flavor Flav
Ah yeah
(Ya don`t stop) --> Flavor Flan
Sound good to me
[ VERSE 1: MC Breed ]
This sound hard, somethin funky people gon` dance to
Give the record a second and a chance to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
While they slippin back my feet is planted in the pavement
Crumble I can never do
So now I`m lookin dead at you
What are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a scholar
You say `Hi Breed,` tell em how I holler
I`m the E Double, and I proclaim my name
Straight up good game, peeps all game
I`m like a rhino runnin through the roughest pack
They figure I`m a trigga-happy nigga, so they step back
Breed, the microphonist
Boot last the longest
The noose`s the strongest
It ain`t a game, that`s plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC)
There ain`t no future in your frontin
[ VERSE 2: MC Breed ]
I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo
Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it`s a GTO
Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at [Name]
Never have to worry bout my posse gettin jumped
Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk
Cause we don`t go for playin, when I play go grab a ball
When I`m on the mic I ain`t for playin, not at all
Cause I clock 10 g`s a week boomin at my peak
Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party
Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover (woof!)
I`m pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover
They`re bitin lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras
So now they`re sayin, Eric Breed is gettin over
There ain`t no future in your frontin
Ha-ha-ha
There ain`t no future in your frontin
[ VERSE 3: MC Breed ]
I`m the B, the r to the double e-d and
Down with my homie G-a-s and O.E. and
Suckers causin static, cause they still be disagreein
I don`t give a - cause I`m from F-l-i-n-t`n
A city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city, now you know
Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride
And if you don`t like it, I suggest you break wide
Suckers steady lookin for the m-o-n-e-y and
Thinkin that illegal is the best way, so they dyin
I ain`t got time to see a fiend fiend out
To give up all his money, and he givin what he got
That`s the way I am, MC Breed cannot be different
Never change my ways for the world or the government
If I was the president, then I would state facts
You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black
It ain`t no future in your frontin
There ain`t no future in your frontin
[ VERSE 4: MC Breed ]
Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin
If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen
Put my name Breed on everything I own
And when I get my jeep I`m puttin `Breed` on the chrome
Shine it up good, kickin through my neighborhood
Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood
Quick to get around it, and then i`ll have it drop
Simply cause I`m ridin people think I`m sellin rocks
But ain`t no future in your frontin
Yo Flash man, drop that, man
Won`t you drop that
(Keep on)
(To the beat ch`all)
[ VERSE 5: MC Breed ]
Cruel to the rules of the world
Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law
Wear top tens, on my ass use jeans
Sellin big 8ths and tit-for-tat to the fiends
Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat
Time to move out, my posse sayin (bet)
You got my back, and I got yours
What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors
Man
There ain`t no future in your frontin
Never was, cuz
There ain`t no future in your frontin
Hey man, let`s start this party up, right?
(Beat y`all)
(Keep on)
