DJ Ron G - Stop the Breaks lyrics

[Raekwon] Yo the style's older than sharkskin, now commit the barking I gather rhymes and load up 'cos it's a hold up I meditate fast to a**a**inate a [?] So what? Check the graphics on this rap chalkboard Peace to RZA razor, yo, the n***a's major Who slice tracks fast like whitey's with Gillette razors And won't stab me the ragged [?] Regenerate, lay in the area, air out and ventilate See, yo I'm magical, swift like a mackerel shark Gat packable, attackable in this art Now watch a beat that makes and shakes and breaks you Ron G makes a million off his name son Ayo, peace to uptown, Shaolin now, walk through child is wild Huh hit you like this son, Ron G, '94, takin' em to war [k**a Sin] I got miles and piles of my styles to utilize And brutalize n***as who despise 'cos I'm super fly There ain't a n***a in the game who can tame me I flip A&Rs if they try to rearrange me So how the f** do you figure you can hang With a n***a whose slang is equipped to pick a n***a's brain I come hard to the fullest scar From pulling cars to leaving n***as scarred on the boulevard Check my steez my [?] Like these biceps that I flex when I'm cracking these A homicide in the making, you enter the chambers And sentenced to d**h for move faking See mad thoughts fill the mind of a k**a Sin, it's iller than your ordinary blood spiller When it's time to come into the track I'm like a maniac slapping your stack when it's all back What, 1994, give it to your raw Mix king records, word up [KRS-One] Easy soundbwoy 'ere wit ya chat Allow me to set the party off with the fly rap Aye Aye cap, s**ers wanna battle give me mine You rhymes wouldn't be fly if you said them on Delta Airline Now this'll take a second Kris has come to bug out You waiting for some lovey dovey, hug me, get the f** out I got the hardest texture, lecture or whatever I got to survive G I ain't no saint I do graffiti art but like Martin's home decorating center I ain't, Just, paint, wait wait Wait wait let me speak, let me speak While I'm on this beat your career is looking bleak I couldn't understand why you were coming soft and sweet But that explains why your rhyming sk**s are weak You need a quicker picker-upper, rip a s**er Put my album on toast 'cos it's bu*ter You dissing me will never happen slightly That's like Arsenio Hall on TV saying "k** whitey" You might be slightly thrown off at my complexity Lyrical ecstasy is achieved by standing next to me You should of known your career was gonna end Should of called Dionne Warwick and her psychic f**ing friends Now it's ended, can't be mended, how splendid For wack MC's I come doctor recommended [The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the Pearly Gates f** him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talking 'bout some "Praise the Lord" sh** Hail Mary, f** her I never knew her I'll probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black and mean With the fifth by the gabardines What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm sh**tin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' n***as keep stressin' the same motherf**in question How many shots does it take to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, Ron G stop the breaks [O.C.] O.C. representing from Jamaica, Queens like this You have now stepped into the realm of a man With topics, open your optics, I rhyme for what I stand Brace your boxes and stereo decks I'm here to do more than just collect checks So get fixed to the wheel of force see I'm the Jedi When I'm in flight it might be like the red eye Swift, take a wiff of my vocabulary I'm wild like berries I pop it like a cherry Ron G composed it everyone knows it Life brings d**h from guns to roses Shoot outs put [doubts of a n***a to a test]? sh** is hex so I just might get a vest But what good is a vest if you're aiming for the dome? Kick it from a [?] nickel plated chrome Blast you in the face, ma**acring n***as Figuring the referee foes that's bigger