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Broken Bus

DJ Unknown, DJ Mekalek, Time Machine (Rap), Funkbunker Fleet

Ain’t No Love: The Lost Freestyle Sessions Pt. 2, 2002, English

Lyrics

Pick up to six lines to make a card.

Yo, star, I got you open like a crowbar
It’s broken bus, but life’s so good so far
My twelve inches got a double meaning. Vinyl
Heads know what I’m saying, plus my ex-girls are intervening
Cats are fiending, so let’s give ‘em a hit
But them kitty meow meows, they’re on some kibble and bits
And your boys don’t make noise. Them dogs is hushpuppies
Plus I heard it’s five ohms for a little sucky sucky
Long time love me in the back of the van. Now we’ll
Be man, crack your fam with the clap of my hands
Well, it’s the Dapper Dan, changed-theme, look-alike rapping man
Shepherd up a classic jam, so oil up the frying pan
And call the fireman. It’s getting hot in here
And, girl, back that ass up. You got a lobster rear
With a rack to match
Yeah, and that’s a fact
I bet you’ll hit the whole crew, baby, back-to-back
And we could do that there. Just bring the raincoats
The verse we disperse full of insane quotes
Yeah, no-holds-barred spit-slapping, skill-slipping
Do with four flat tires—broken bus still whipping
(And we got) pots and pans
(We got) plots and plans
And one of these days, we’re gonna have lots of land
And you thought you was the Sun, but you’re not JahPan
Mekalek, Dusty Frazier, time to rock the jam
"You wasn't down when we was riding the bus" - Sample from Edo. G on Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs - "I Got to Have It" (x3)
“So put on your Adidas and step off" - Sample from Edo. G on Ed O.G. & Da Bulldogs - "I Got to Have It"
From Seattle to Miami, San Diego to Maine
The appeal of Jaysonic isn’t hard to explain
And from Chicago to Motown and back to the pro
Ayyo, JahPan needs a Dutch, so let’s stop at the stove
And they call me “Chomel” down in Mexico
But they call me 15 in San Francisco
[?] Santiago is my eponym, yo, when I’ll
Be stepping in dough from Edgewood to Acapulco
If Mitey is your lady’s choice. From Long
Beach to South Beach, they all know my voice
We’re burning ganja in Ghana, scama in Bahamas
Hash in Morocco, Turkey, Botswana
Yeah, you couldn’t hold a candle to this. Your style’s
Dry like ginger ale from Canada is
No, we’re not finished and we’re not finished
I’m always holding something green and it’s not spinach
Ayyo, I’ll spend my free time bullying an emcee
Got him in the corner, weeping like a willow tree
And when I get an extra set, guess what I’m gonna do?
Roll up in your favorite spot and chill harder than you
So the moral of the story?
Broken buses getting fixed
Here’s a worldwide alert
And everybody’s at risk

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