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scrilla vic - cracks in the pavement lyrics

b-ss in your face. b-ss in your face.
turn it up loud ‘til your windows break.
b-ss in your face. b-ss in your face.
watch out! the pavement’s gonna give way

this beat’ll knock you off your spot, off the grid and off the map
leavin’ fractures in the pavement. how you like that?
fissure the glaciers and cause wicked landslides
put the cia and us government on standby
makin’ earthquakes cuz we slam throughout the land
yeah, we got the thunderous underground jam
that’s fracturing foundations in the infrastructure
so petty crews discover they get ripped & ruptured
with the b-ss that vibrates the place from it’s base
to the roof – more potent than 180 proof
what more you could you ask for – this here’s a crash course
known as a tour de force – it’s your last tour
of duty if you truly underestimate the impact
of my syntax, i spit facts over b-ss raps
v’s got the knock that rocks the stratasphere
from beatin’ down the block, so steer clear

wherever we go. wherever we touch down.
we boom & pound leavin’ cracks in the pavement
if you got beef, homie save it
this the beat all the jokers don’t play with

check it. i used to b-mp too short.
his b-ss never left my eq too short.
so i would cruise the el co. the el camino!
the spot where i used to roll slow and get kudos.
hangin’ out the window. givin’ ‘em a taste.
then switch it up to some too live crew b-ss.
miami b-ss kept my woofers knockin’ all night.
b-mpin’ uncle luke or dj magic mike.
vibratin’ my license plate
you would see younger fools rollin’ out without a license mein!
whoever sat shotgun was searchin’ for the police.
disturbin’ the peace with a litany of beats.
so break it on down. i bring it back up.
swervin’ through a bunch of monster trucks on dubs.
i ain’t into beef so save it
i’m sendin’ shockwaves through the ground leavin’ cracks in the pavement.

wherever we go. wherever we touch down.
we boom & pound leavin’ cracks in the pavement
if you got beef, homie save it
this the beat all the jokers don’t play with

b-ss – how low can you go?
my beats will go as low as the heavens let ‘em yo
down past the point that your ears can register
past 20 hertz ‘til it hurts – nothin’s better
still feelin’ good like a b-sshead should
mingle with my peeps from here to inglewood
i boom boom pow like the black-eyed peas
‘til your down on your knees sayin’ baby, baby please!
with everlasting b-ss like those from joe cooley
my favorite lethal weapon is the b-ss not a tooley
i’m coolly calculatin’ while the b-ss is emanatin’
turn it up a notch ‘til you’re influencin’ the tradewinds
cuz i’m lovin’ every minute of it
each song is boomin’ loud since the begginnin’ of it
the beat can even crack your stunna shade lenses
b a s s! beats -ssaulting sonic senses

wherever we go. wherever we touch down.
we boom & pound leavin’ cracks in the pavement
if you got beef, homie save it
this the beat all the jokers don’t play with

sounds like i’m puttin’ cracks in the pavement right now. check it out.
don’t be a punk – rattle your trunk
don’t be a punk – rattle your trunk
don’t be a punk – rattle your trunk
don’t be a punk – rattle your trunk

- scrilla vic lyrics

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