Breaker, Breaker - GZA/Genius

Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line

Can you read me?

Shortage on rhymes

MCs should expect the worst

I stay alert and shoot first

This is not a test, it’s difficulty

Picture closely, the ignorant mostly

Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb

Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum

In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the

Heavy blast that blew off the masks of twelve welders

The math of an elder, praise the Lord, thank you Genius

Operation: Project English

Commander the chief of flight style, check the aircraft

Glide like the Frisbee, Digi they Disney

To check fault in oneself is pure loveliness

You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness

So when I bust, no one is untouched

Some returning with the mic clutched, like such

Who plan but never execute.

He had the heat in his

Hand, but yo he didn’t shoot, therefore

Your mechanism of material better be sickly

Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly

I move bravely, travellin' on a horse

On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost

Of those who plotted with the brains of animals

My high molecular structure be untangible

The name ring a bell, killable two syllable

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical

To be blunt, the beat was cooked up like coke goods

The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods

Up to no good, rap icon

Milk the industry like the Wall Street junk bond

You see the bright stone, I got your height sewn

Direct current, that move through the mic-phone

Key contributor, well-known major factor

Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor

Who run ya down if you don’t move or wanna linger

Linger, linger, linger, linger

Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line

Can you read me?

Shortage on rhymes

MCs should expect the worst

I stay alert and shoot first

Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line

Can you read me?

Shortage on rhymes

MCs should expect the worst

I stay alert and shoot first

The immortality of my fame is the measure of other’s torture

Burnt offer, from a flamin' author

The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase

Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace

The significance was not the vulgar applause of interest

But the feelin' that exit, completion of a sentence

With age and experience, my reason ripens

I strike on you Vikings, slash like a hyphen

If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure

You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures

Everything fails with the unfortunate

Learned that recordin' it, so my mind broaden it

Track records ranks us with the exceptional

Extreme complex physics, high technical

The truth is usually seen and rarely heard

What’s more dangerous than hatred is the word

You wild cards, jack of all trades

Those who parade their positions show their spades

A large flock of MCs, they figure to be taught

It ain’t hard to see why I’m vigorously sought

Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line

Can you read me?

Shortage on rhymes

MCs should expect the worst

I stay alert and shoot first

Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line

Can you read me?

Shortage on rhymes

MCs should expect the worst

I stay alert and shoot first

Breaker, breaker one nine

Breaker, breaker one nine