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En Vogue - Blaze the Breaks lyrics
[Snazz-D]
 OK! OK! OK!
 This is Snazz-Dictator, Unreleased Records
 Yeah! (X-Amount)
 We 'bout to put Johannesburg on the map
 My man Draztik on the beats
 You wanna test me or you stupid?
 You must be out of your mind, Snazz-D is the Don
 Yo, If a picture is worth a thousand words
 My rhymes look like a photo album
 Public awareness like a farrakhan, Nelson and Malcom
 I stress MCees like midlife crisis
 With more killa lines than cocaine laced with arsenic on my mic devices
 I catch so many sleepin, I should be called sandman
 Got your nose runnin and feet smellin like you doing a handstand
 I'm not for underground records like mines leaving in
 I'm constantly higher than your average raver been
 I get respects like a newsreader
 If I had 24 hours to live,I'd order a million margaritas
 I'm a mordern day wonder, your style is rustic
 I slice your belly open and release the butterflies in your stomach
 Ridin beats like a testorossa
 Blowin his unexpectedly like landmines in Angola
 Rap are thought I was 12 months before performance
 I flip tomorrow, I might mess up your hearing organs
 You couldn't be complex if your ghost-writer was Issac Newton
 I'm shootin for the stars causing confusion
 Get you wet like a flood victim from a hard night drinking
 You couldn't bite this with wooden teeth like Abraham Lincoln
 I move the crowd like a four-hour earthquake
 X-amount, crank the four track 
 And make the world wake up
 Jump the boogie when I flex
 I'm bringin the ruckus like 30 or more in a high school for the death
 CHORUS (repeat twice]
 Underground
 Hits we gotta raise the stakes
 While you cats praise the papes
 We amaze the the greats,phase the fakes
 upstage the snakes,get paid get laid
 Unreleased records 
 Hits we gotta raise the stakes
 while you cats praise the papes
 we amaze the greats, phase the fakes
 Upstage the snakes, get paid get laid
 [x-Amount]
 I stay euipped like military money green like night vision
 Unseen like coumaflage Vietanamese and Vietnam
 Veteran offspring, abadoned in the jungle
 I'm like Uncle Tom droppin A-Bombs in the Ghetto
 for the white house like Jessee
 The next dimension I'm on it though my campaign is
 black noise like Khalid Mohammed
 I want it, money and power like the world Bank
 MCees will have us paying tax forever like African debt
 [It's not faiiiir!!!]
 I know it's interest is 100 percent,collecting every cent
 It's the capitalist, rocking ice and gold and platinum
 Yo! I steal,while I distract you with rice and mealie meal
 [Black Intellect]
 Niggaz don't understand the plan
 Open the gates, reload
 Let the GODZ proceed for mic skills
 Generation X, but what you sayin though? Listen!
 Making the money and goldEn Vogue - Blaze the Breaks - http://motolyrics.com/en-vogue/blaze-the-breaks-lyrics.html
 Coz cash rules niggaz got eat divine skills
 Extort the masses was raised of GOD Degree
 Hold it down and represent
 I'm not a racist. Why no?
 When they holding all the aces
 You and your mans is just a nuisance
 In my predicaments,Bullet holes lace the windows
 You waste on hoez
 You understand my frustration expands from jail-cells
 to cemetaries
 With the bag bodies, the good live lives that money hungry
 We use the mics to kill dummies
[CHORUS] repeat twice
 [Snazz-D]
 Black like Tom Jones, you wack like Sean Combs
 I got guns trying to blow my horn like trombones
 I move on black or white crowd
 Live shows mic loud
 The main reason wack MCees hate me so much right now
 [aaargh waaaw]
 I'm too much like 101 dalmations
 Shittin in your crib and cleaning it up without an apron
 If I catch you slipping
 I'ma pull the rudest prank like the unleashing swarm
 of Killa Bees inside the nudist camp
 My shit is so dope
 I get high, while I'm taking dumps
 Come out the back room with a munchies and forget to flush
 My shit's so dope I need to clean my urine samples
 Stick a bankie up my ass and sell it singing christmas caroles
 Before I held the mic I used spoons 
 I practiced with your momma's crack pipe till she
 started howling at full moons
 I'm hot like stolen cars,Bizzare like Golden Arms
 Snazz the chosen,the most potent
 Our rhymes are hard my tounges on a strike y'all
 From Capetown to Cairo,my peeps can't await for the vinyl
 I gate-crash a party
 Get a 5-Star treatment MCees can't see me like Middle-East
 Peace agreement
 From J.H.B. to N.Y.C., heads I'm touching
 Stealin shows like winnin the Sprite Rush Hour opening for Bongo Muffin
 In backstaged packed for security till 5 A.M.
 Frisked DJ. Fresh but coz couldn't recognize it
[CHORUS] repeat twice
 [Snazz-D]
 Big shoutouts to all the MCees out there
 Big shoutouts to all you DJs
 Big shoutouts to the B-Boys
 Big shoutouts to all the graff-Artists
 Big shoutout to my man Crooked The War Monger
 Captain my captain [check it out]
 Big shoutout to Africa, the dark continent,the next level
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 [yo check it out]
 yo! peace to Bobbito, Cucumber Slice and Fondle 'em
 records, Mr. Len Jean Gray, one Love
 [no doubt]
 Sam a/k/a Simpiwe
 [Sam Boogie out in Baltimore]
 no doubt
 [yo! J-Section, Gabz City
 you know how it is? representing world-wide, B.I., Snazz]








