Sounds Like A Breakrecord chords and lyrics - FUNKSTÖRUNG

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[Intro 1]
[Gm][G][Gm]

[Verse 1]
[Gm]Um.
Check it.
[G]Yeah.[Gm]
Check it.
Nonsense brought about by blunt edge
Blip hits the lips and brain starts
to pumpage
Amplification through
microphoneation
Organization of a rhyme formation
DJ spin me on platters of wax
Radio waves of the vibe forces
humans to relax
Articulation, delivery,
expressiveness, all shit
Boom -bastic with my rhetoric, can't quit
Real mannered, a necessity
Hip -hop representation of originality
This one have no subject [D]matter,
but [Gm]does it matter?
I know my shit is still fatter,
you had a chance to run, son
The sun is gone, infrared,
followed by land is the outcome
I think I'm gonna craze any minute, kid
Going to the burial site, [G]I beg[Gm]in to dig,
[G]dig[Gm][D][Gm]
[G][Gm]
[G][Gm]
[G]Listen [Gm]up psycho ducks
that be runnin' up to me
I be
Triple
H and boy you can't school me
The reason why I say this
Cause I'm a genius [G]in my [Gm]own sense,
don't [D]get tense
[Gm]This rhyme is evidence,
a fly wouldn't land
On the shit that you be talkin'
You got no bite, but you insist on barkin' I'm damaging in terms of the line,
comprehend her
The rise of manifestence,
so deafened, surrender
Proceed with caution when
[G]you enter [Gm]my realm
The capital of the ship is me,
I'm at the helm
Taking this drive to another plateau
I'm a gigolo,
and you're a five dollar ho -so
Since you're my foe,
I think you should know
Like a tree, your eyes are stumped,
and my rhymes grow
With a stead of flow and style, profound
A thought I [G]possess, [Gm]triple
[G]H, [D]a musical [G]lyric[Gm]al genius
Yeah, this is a function for
Funkster, uh, get with it
Change of flow, it's related to war
Styles are infinite,
my boogie gets buzz
Emotion, my notion, droppin' my lotion
Break out without proportions,
I can do without infection
I'm flexin', clinical muscles,
I'm in rhythm though
I did the [D]hustle, yo,
[Gm]but you don't hear me, though
The upstatch, yo, that's gone in a day
I need a 5 -0, I got the money,
what you tryin' to say?
Don't get mad, I like
Play [G]-Doh
[Gm]Give me my satchel,
and I'll be out, bro
Another pout, a lyric sensation
With the microphone without hesitation
I'm bustin' somethin' like
Maxwell
House
Go to the last drop, drop hip to the hop
One last request before I jump
Pierce put an ear to me,
and it's put on a full rhetoric
Heading out, what's on stereo?
See how we do it, baby
[Gm]
[Gm]I mean,
[Gm]that's gotta sound like a break reco[Gm]rd
I think that's it.
The song is over and I think I
rhymed all the way through it.