Break Him Off
Yeah boy Samy l'Artiste
Gonna break it off
Yeah!
Break him off
Fuck him up
Drippin' hard
Crop his heart
Kill his vibe
Shoot his tribe
All the times
Doing rhymes
All alone
In the dark
Sitting there
On the throne
In the square
On my own
With the real
Fuck their feels
Game is thrilled
Game is filled
With this shit
Should I hit
Jump off
Like my boy Will Smith
Life is tough
Light him up
Sip a cup
Not of lean
Cuz it's mean
Fuck Him up
Break him off
fuck him up
Yeah!
Need a fresh one in this game
Not here to harvest the fame
I'm not much into this
I'm pretty much into diss
You can eat my flesh
While you're cleaning up my desk
I'm barely even starting
And you're already departing Yeah!
Told you get fuck off my way
Don't care if you wanna stay
I'mma sway your ass back to Bombay
Drop those bombs bae
Don't want to mumble
I wanna do lyrics
Don't want to crumble
I got to stay physic
Yeah!
Tell me? What do you do it for?
Is It for the whores?
Or does it come from your core?
Yeah!
Break him off
Fuck him up
Drippin' hard
Crop his heart
Kill his vibe
Shoot his tribe
All the times
Doing rhymes
All alone
In the dark
Sitting there
On the throne
In the square
On my own
With the real
Fuck their feels
Game is thrilled
Game is filled
With this shit
Should I hit
Jump off
Like my boy Will Smith
Life is tough
Light him up
Sip a cup
Not of lean
Cuz it's mean
Fuck Him up
Break him off
Fuck him up
Yeah!
Don't know how I do it
Probably just a power
And I know I won't quit
Cuz this would be a waste of flour
And I'll leave you with a bitter end
Cuz you don't deserve an helping hand
You deserve to be ban
You know else what you deserve?
Yeah!
You deserve to be executed
Get shot and then be diluated
D-D-Disappear in the night
In the fear of my light
Cavalier and a knight
So bright I ignite
My words are a delight
Your words are trite
Yeah!
Are my words putting you in deliquescence?
I'm not done yet
I'mma let you heal during your convalescence
Yeah!
Those motherfuckers are hypocrite
So childish I got to babysit
I'm hitting the bars
Like I'm Paul Goldschmidt
Leave this shit
I'm going on Mars
For gift
I'mma leave you some scars
No lift
You're not gonna ride my car
08 Hyundai with a bit of rust
Oh Snap! You just ended in dust
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
Yeah!
Usually I'm a nice guy
I'mma cool dude with a chill vibe
But on the mic
I'm savage
Not 21, just 19
I'm a spike
I make some damage
Fuck you, get off my face
Oh shit, you bleed
You gonna need
Some bandages
We all know I'm still a novice
But, I make this promise
It's the beginning
My shit's gon grow
And I will become a pro
Here we go
Yeah!
Break him off
Fuck him up
Drippin hard
Crop his heart
Kill his vibe
Shoot his tribe
All the times
Doing rhymes
All alone
In the dark
Sitting there
On the throne
In the square
On my own
With the real
Fuck their feels
Game is thrilled
Game is filled
With this shit
Should I hit
Jump off
Like my boy Will Smith
Life is tough
Light him up
Sip a cup
Not of lean
Cuz it's mean
Fuck Him up
Break him off
Fuck him up
Yeah!
Gonna break it off
Yeah!
Break him off
Fuck him up
Drippin' hard
Crop his heart
Kill his vibe
Shoot his tribe
All the times
Doing rhymes
All alone
In the dark
Sitting there
On the throne
In the square
On my own
With the real
Fuck their feels
Game is thrilled
Game is filled
With this shit
Should I hit
Jump off
Like my boy Will Smith
Life is tough
Light him up
Sip a cup
Not of lean
Cuz it's mean
Fuck Him up
Break him off
fuck him up
Yeah!
Need a fresh one in this game
Not here to harvest the fame
I'm not much into this
I'm pretty much into diss
You can eat my flesh
While you're cleaning up my desk
I'm barely even starting
And you're already departing Yeah!
Told you get fuck off my way
Don't care if you wanna stay
I'mma sway your ass back to Bombay
Drop those bombs bae
Don't want to mumble
I wanna do lyrics
Don't want to crumble
I got to stay physic
Yeah!
Tell me? What do you do it for?
Is It for the whores?
Or does it come from your core?
Yeah!
Break him off
Fuck him up
Drippin' hard
Crop his heart
Kill his vibe
Shoot his tribe
All the times
Doing rhymes
All alone
In the dark
Sitting there
On the throne
In the square
On my own
With the real
Fuck their feels
Game is thrilled
Game is filled
With this shit
Should I hit
Jump off
Like my boy Will Smith
Life is tough
Light him up
Sip a cup
Not of lean
Cuz it's mean
Fuck Him up
Break him off
Fuck him up
Yeah!
Don't know how I do it
Probably just a power
And I know I won't quit
Cuz this would be a waste of flour
And I'll leave you with a bitter end
Cuz you don't deserve an helping hand
You deserve to be ban
You know else what you deserve?
Yeah!
You deserve to be executed
Get shot and then be diluated
D-D-Disappear in the night
In the fear of my light
Cavalier and a knight
So bright I ignite
My words are a delight
Your words are trite
Yeah!
Are my words putting you in deliquescence?
I'm not done yet
I'mma let you heal during your convalescence
Yeah!
Those motherfuckers are hypocrite
So childish I got to babysit
I'm hitting the bars
Like I'm Paul Goldschmidt
Leave this shit
I'm going on Mars
For gift
I'mma leave you some scars
No lift
You're not gonna ride my car
08 Hyundai with a bit of rust
Oh Snap! You just ended in dust
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
No money, just facts
No luxury, just rap
Yeah!
Usually I'm a nice guy
I'mma cool dude with a chill vibe
But on the mic
I'm savage
Not 21, just 19
I'm a spike
I make some damage
Fuck you, get off my face
Oh shit, you bleed
You gonna need
Some bandages
We all know I'm still a novice
But, I make this promise
It's the beginning
My shit's gon grow
And I will become a pro
Here we go
Yeah!
Break him off
Fuck him up
Drippin hard
Crop his heart
Kill his vibe
Shoot his tribe
All the times
Doing rhymes
All alone
In the dark
Sitting there
On the throne
In the square
On my own
With the real
Fuck their feels
Game is thrilled
Game is filled
With this shit
Should I hit
Jump off
Like my boy Will Smith
Life is tough
Light him up
Sip a cup
Not of lean
Cuz it's mean
Fuck Him up
Break him off
Fuck him up
Yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Chabot
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