Break Em Off Instrumental - MF DOOM

May I kick a little something?

To show niggas I can flow and get the party pumping

May I kick a little something?

What you gonna break ‘em off, Grimm?

A little something

Day By Day drama, cats dream about gatting

Manhattan Dali Lama, golden light armor

Pray rain retreat, become calmer

One time too low, Mad Flow Unabomber

Almost died having me—thank you to my momma

She named me Percy Carey—that's universal

Known for showing love and busting pistols

Street-affiliated, graduated, play with plastic

Explosions exact, in fact, more drastic

Impact crack, scrambled eggs made with autos

Richter scale 7, Highway Heaven

News at 11, film shows you

And you crew all dead and hard like pork rinds

Remote switches, security mind’s on bitches

Wearing your shoes and spending your riches

Save my life?

Those are dead man wishes

Take my life?

Sleep with the fishes

Luca Brasi, track bassy, cripple devil

Verbal level’s Kevin Spacey

Retire emulator, flow like water

Spit fire, call smoke purple hazing

View half-dead, but half-man, half-amazing

Um, they hope Perc' disperse

Got ‘em rewriting rhymes, ripping up their verse

Cursing causes whole crew head-bopping

Catching attitudes ‘cause niggas ain’t stopping

You shocked?

The fuck you expect?

Grimm’s rocking

Manhattan keep on making it, got bitches shaking it

Money in circles, 360 raking it

U-N-I verse, in God we trust

Drive bys in traffic, high when I bust

Suppressor on nozzle, no one hear us

I love those who sleep and don’t fear us

Left dead at the light, slumped to the right

More we go, you checking in tonight

Family stressed out, loved ones tight

Going back to Cali to take this flight

Love the Big Apple, and I’ma take a bite

Day By Day, for my life I fight

To God I pray that someone might

Hear my skills, hit me with mills and

Pay my bills so I don’t kill

Sitting in prison, I’m facing life

Changed the game, snitches live so trife

Judge acting like I just fucked his wife

In his bed and drank his wine and

She gave me head, so he’s giving me time

Inside of here, I’m going out my mind

Bouncing off brick walls, sun don’t shine

Push-ups and chess help me unwind

‘Cause I’m in a bind and I can’t rewind

So I hit fast-forward, hope I get signed

A friendly game of baseball, home run denied

Said my bat had too much tar from pine

Tap umpire jaw, gave me a fine

Thirty days in the hole, in the dark I dine

Dreams of being free and go claim what’s mine

Dreams of being free and go claim what’s mine

May I kick a little something?

To show niggas I can flow and get the party pumping

May I kick a little something?

What you gonna break ‘em off, Grimm?

A little something