Breakin' Bread (feat. Brian Digby Jr., Crunch, Donte & Main Flow)

[Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'"

"DJ"

[Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!"

[Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with.."

"Homeskillet"

From the beginnin', head-spinnin' Hip-Hop

The never-endin', don't stop

B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim position (Yeah)

Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock

Follow the greater mission, freedom off the top

Beat 'em off the block, not cop, rap they bought

Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock

Drop steady, cripplin' non-believers like Teddy

Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready

Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods, and from the–

Ground, Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder

Street hunger, the universal man works wonders

Mic in hand, breakin' land, rockin' up from down under

I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit' it

Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?

This is the way I roll, how I deliver these packages

Turn the other cheek, 'cause this track I be smackin' it

But don't clap, 'cause the style'll bust caps

I'm jiggy and all that, but I can get control back

But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul

The MC regulator, microphone detonator

My real live Wanna Battle ****, they can vouch

80 Sheiks throw them joints that let da fuckin' monkey out

Not "hell yeah" but "hell yeah!" Cin' City

When I spit this here it's easy as.. ("1-2-3"!)

If you can "huh?" then you can hear me, you ain't heard nothin' yet

I'm live and fortified, like Kweli and Mos Def

Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable

Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those

I got control, but I'm reckless in studios

I got Harmony and Thug tendencies all in my Bones

No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me

Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me

We global – East, West, North, South, we rumble

Hands that touch mic's get smacked, 'cause that's a no-no

Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show

When heads hear this piece they call off with no-shows

[Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'"

"DJ"

[Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!"

[Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with.."

[Mos Def "If You Can Huh..."] "Dante"

Yo... I struggle more than tug-of-war, writing rhymes by the score

Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would get galore

As a testament of goals, it was destined in my soul

They'd test it, but no question, weapons restin' my foes

Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls

Midas Touch as it's told, writing nothin' less than gold

On journeys, I March through Madness, like a tourney

Send you out on a gurney, talkin' 'bout yo' attorney ("I'm suing!")

You stand empty, search for your end like Van Impe

One man band on the MP' and a **** ran SMPTE

Hi-Tek, all these other **** can simply

Say "he's the nicest," out loud and gently

Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay

If you sign a wack contract that mean... ("what?")

Got your John Hancock on the paper that say

"The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way"

"The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way"

"The band locked and don't know, don't flow your way"

"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way"

[Mos Def "Body Rock"] "Alright OK, I'm feelin you"

[Run DMC "Beats To The Rhyme"] "It's like the A, the B to the C, it's easy as.. '1-2-3!'"

"DJ!"

[Talib Kweli "2,000 Seasons"] "Hi-Tek, y'all!"

[Pete Rock "Tru Master"] "Collaborate, break bread with..."

"Main Flow..."

Words out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure the plot

Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox

Head spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals

Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals

Mob past, broadcast, facin' the God-less

Spot grabs who pop laughs, jump out of stock caps

For cop cash, watch tabs, eyes on my top half

Flock fast, stock crash, hot when I drop math

It's 'ran Wrap, Air-Vac, exitin' Fairfax

We ship packs, step back, cover our bear tracks

And teach moves, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth

At least two elite few studyin' Hebrew

Big Ohio status

Homeskillet, Crunch Extraordinare

Main Flow, Donte, Hi-Tek