| Artist: | The South Shore Standard |
| Album: | ...For Working Class People... |
| Title: | Break it Down |
| Year: | 2016 |
| Track number: | 2 |
| Total tracks: | 10 |
| Disc number: | 1 |
| Genres: | Unclassifiable / Alternative & Punk / Hip Hop/Rap |
About the artist
"A breed of beings from The South Shore of Lake Michigan bringing only the finest quality hymns and fables presented over exquisite and sultry rhythms"...That sounded better than a bunch of working class folk making music for the soul...or did it? Either way we are here with a purpose, to make music that has a purpose. The South Shore Standard is more than a band though, it's an institution, a way of life. "
Lyrics
...round 1....
Checkin' back in you lackin' I keep it on and crackin'
Still packin' packets and twistin' my joints like chiropractics
Stuffin' rappers in caskets, no wait they phony actors
I got your story figured, I don't need a final chapter
Yo, I am the one, lost the fight like Daniel-son
But in the end I win, commit a sin unleash a
Case for baskets, I am the lyrical master
Ya started at the pole, but guess what? I creep up and pass ya
Now tell me who is faster, ya may not like the answer
Just like Tony Danza, WHO'S THE BOSS YOU BASTARD?
I AM, that's me B-I-G-P-I-P-E
Now the Element, I'm reppin' L-E-M-G
Keep on muggin' me up I'm a slice you like a pizza
Leave ya layin' with ya feet up, family grievin' to the preacher
I put you in a hospital, forget about your H-M-O
They don't be covering life support on a Vegetable
...
(I said they don't be covering life support ON A VEGETABLE!)
The South Shore Standard, That's how we break it down
The South Shore Standard, ...round 2...
You never dealt with a nightmare quite like me
No B-I-G-P-I-P-E be in your dreams when you are sleeping
I'm kinda scruffy like T-Nitty, I'm that big monster
Top of the charts trip-150
Come and get me if you think you got the big cajones
Like the last house in bones, I leave 'em all played
Call plays like the coach, snuff you like a roach
Put you out is what I mean for those with brains broke
I'm the most desired, from hype I transpired
To be the sickest emcee ever livin' in the MC
We're inventing new hip-hop for those livin' in grid-lock
Our shit's hot, your shit's not
It's like we ate a chalupa, give it a group hug you pussy
I'm a button don't push me
Like bricks of C4 waitin' for these soldiers to induce me
The tripwire, not to be taken too loosely
I'll bleed you out like ink on the lines of my loose leaf
...
(I said I'll bleed you out like ink on the lines of my loose leaf!)
The South Shore Standard, That's how we break it down
The South Shore Standard, ...Lee Harveyyyyyyyyy....
Ahh, my dear friend, paper and the pen, how I've longed for the days when we'd meat again. Begin! I'm still a pacifist, still a swollen fist, still can't seem to find a reason I can't get no bliss. Are you on my list? Did you miss the dis? 'Cause I'm seasoned, know I leave them sitting in their piss. I'm from the 2-1-9 and y'all know who I be! Its Lee Harvey rocking the m-i-c! Not really all this or that, but I'm all me. L double E rock the party! I got the gift of the gab thanx to my mom. I went from scripting poetry, to spitting lyrical bombs. There ain't no need for alarm. I don't mean you know harm. I'm coming cheaper than the price of a leg and an arm. I'm a motherfukin emcee I would do this for free, you ain't gotta pay no fee to come and listen to me. So tell me, is it hella-mental? Or is it elementary? We bend and shape the iron so we can build what it was meant to be. And all my pain, becomes their sorrow. Still right here but tell me where are they tomorrow? Searching for a new click. Looking for a new crew. Rolling in the gutter made y'all smell like doo doo. But who do you really think is able? When voodoo is what I'm bringing to the table! So you do, whatever the fuk you like. In bending spoons with my mind. So don't fuk with my mic!!