Breaking Bad by CusaX Lyrics
[Verse 1: Cusa]
Lightning bolt
Strike a motherfucker down with something I have wrote
Try another burning rubber till you find my flow
Just some other stutter brothers 'bout to cut up in the gutters
Till I come up from the struggle with a frightening choke
And I put you down
Pen explodes and I run the town
Watch the throne, bitch, I'm Al Capone
I'm impalpable until I'm out the show
I just know that's how we roll
You just know impossible
Real ones know the game is cold
'Till we fall we just can't uphold
Eating competition like a cannibal
Soon, I'm the only one to stan at all
See you just the kind of bitch to minus
My attempts to silence just your highness
You the guest in my land so try this
Guess you just the first to find this
Yes, you're not the last who ran away
(Instrumental)
[Verse 2: Embis]
I grip the pen, then I lose control
Like a sip of hen, or a few of Patrón
Riding in the benz, then I move off road
I might hit something, but assume I won't
No predicting it—what the future holds
I'm continuin', if I do or don't
It's not victimless if you grew to blow
When you in to win, fuck the dudes who don't
I spit the shit that makes you "ooh" and "oh"
Like your witnessing a floating UFO
Man, I've been through it, which you soon to know
Won't be cryptic then, it's in Unicode
Not no fiction spit, let the truth be told
Ain't no figment, it ain't the Truman show
Say your big in this, I'm thinking you misspoke
Your oldest written is fucking two months old
Not a spitter bitch, and you as woke
As a feminist who just blew some smoke
Hope I'm getting it right through your skull
Never quitting this, till I'm blue and cold
I would slit my wrists before you could choke me
If It's hit or miss, I'm not shooting low
And I've spitting this all to behold my name
Lightning bolt
Strike a motherfucker down with something I have wrote
Try another burning rubber till you find my flow
Just some other stutter brothers 'bout to cut up in the gutters
Till I come up from the struggle with a frightening choke
And I put you down
Pen explodes and I run the town
Watch the throne, bitch, I'm Al Capone
I'm impalpable until I'm out the show
I just know that's how we roll
You just know impossible
Real ones know the game is cold
'Till we fall we just can't uphold
Eating competition like a cannibal
Soon, I'm the only one to stan at all
See you just the kind of bitch to minus
My attempts to silence just your highness
You the guest in my land so try this
Guess you just the first to find this
Yes, you're not the last who ran away
(Instrumental)
[Verse 2: Embis]
I grip the pen, then I lose control
Like a sip of hen, or a few of Patrón
Riding in the benz, then I move off road
I might hit something, but assume I won't
No predicting it—what the future holds
I'm continuin', if I do or don't
It's not victimless if you grew to blow
When you in to win, fuck the dudes who don't
I spit the shit that makes you "ooh" and "oh"
Like your witnessing a floating UFO
Man, I've been through it, which you soon to know
Won't be cryptic then, it's in Unicode
Not no fiction spit, let the truth be told
Ain't no figment, it ain't the Truman show
Say your big in this, I'm thinking you misspoke
Your oldest written is fucking two months old
Not a spitter bitch, and you as woke
As a feminist who just blew some smoke
Hope I'm getting it right through your skull
Never quitting this, till I'm blue and cold
I would slit my wrists before you could choke me
If It's hit or miss, I'm not shooting low
And I've spitting this all to behold my name