Broken Glass lyrics

Artist  : Cappadonna 
Song : Broken Glass



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[Intro: Cappadonna]

Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah)

Hold that nigga..



[Cappadonna]

It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and
leave the poison

Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the
noise in

The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches

Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft &
Hellfire

Latches, start to unlock when I rock

You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the
block

You can't stop, bouncin' and movin'

Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous

Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods

People from all over flood the street like
cars

To hear the drama, who's that spectucular
rhymer?

It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E

Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea

With the laid back style that pump inside the
Porsche

If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the
torch

With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from
my neck

We the slang prostitution get the dookie
respect



[Interlude: Cappadonna]

Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up

Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost?

Look at this..



[Cappadonna]

I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome

Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat
metamorphis

Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I
cost this

More hits, no water hits, unrecord this

I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire

I attack microphones and set 'em on fire

Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire

Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock

That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla

Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and
Miller

Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the
dumb-dumbs

Come on my team pick corns and we
rump-a-pump-pump

Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my
niggas

No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now)

Watch everything and search those bitches



[Outro: Cappadonna]

See you, word up

We don't get no prop-love

Rump-a-pump-pump-pump

Come on, can I say it?

Pass the tape, get the fuck up

What, what, Homicide, S.I

What, baby? The hustle... come on

Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really
good?

You fuckin' faggots!

I tried to tell ya niggas, we won't be opressed
no more..

We ain't takin' it, nigga, this shit is real!

This album right here is called "The
Struggle"

Don't forget! It's my fuckin' word..

2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun
shots*