DJ TMB - Back 2 the Breaks lyrics

[Verse 1: Chief Kamachi] Back in '78, came through the heavenly gates My mommy make the baby food the hustlers ate No potatoes and carrots, she kept a knife in my carriage Had a couple of n***as, but wasn't ready for marriage She ran the streets in the zone, she was the chasing the jones Found a couple of needles when she was taking it home Put my fists in the walls, damn near breaking the bone That's why my heart look dark like old straight in the comb Just see the pain in my eyes, dope game on the rise Age 11 see a n***a brains blew in the skies Got notes in my journal about the flamin' inferno A real life movie without the bu*tery kernels So I started to rap it, watched the murderous rackets Dreams of being a star, putting fur on the jackets Ha**an gave me a job putting coke in the packets I'm trying to get me a demo but had a hustler's packet 100 shows in the mirror until I got my lines right 15 got my first chance at the limelight First trip to New York, I had them f**ing rhymes right Came back to Philly in a limo like it's prom night Deal on the table, and my homie on the d**hbed Game trying to milk me like I'm still getting breast fed Teenager stressed out, turn into a cess head Ready to k** a n***a or paint his whole chest red Label ain't work out, damn near jerked out Mind ain't steady, little Eddie about to murk out Tears hit the vinyl, energy was primal Mind of a rhino, Zulu spears hit the spinal Album sat on the shelf, they abolished the wealth Older Gods from the city gave me knowledge of self Put my twist on the j**els with the mystery schools Knew one day it would come, I would eventually rule [Chorus: Chief Kamachi] Yeah, back to the breaks, the era of the greats I do it for the love, not the money that I make I got what it takes, DJ cutting up the crates s**a MCs, s**er punch em in they face Take em back to the break, the era of the greats I do it for the love, not the money that I make I got what it takes, DJ cutting up the crates s**a MCs, s**er punch em in they face Take em back [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] Just wanted to hear my voice on a few ca**ettes Gold chain and a pair of suede puma sweats Freestyle on the block, heavy, is 'Mach ready? Been bother the God the religion called rock steady To the east I pray five rhymes a day This crooked judge trying to take all my time away Got caught slippin, trying to sell a dime of yay Was rotting in a cell but I won't let this mind decay They think my kind astray, I think I'll find a way Address me as the G-O-D, you looking divine today Yeah, I'm back dressed in all white They want me in all black, but baby that's alright I'm underground cuz they don't hear me enough If that's the case then get to turning your stereos up A long way from all my Philly block, clocking herb They doing shows [?] Mach! [Chorus]