There's a lot of people out here who just know What plays a factor in heads and toes It be them hits hangin' out of stereo kits Whether cassette, radio or CD bits, mix tapes the best Going on and on throughout the city grounds to suburban Man, we don't play where we stay shows the visuals of jams today Coinciding the rhythm of the heart and neck
The got you in your proper context You let your lex or your sixty-four Bounce away all tension En route to the club where need the quenchin' on your wrist, sunroof top But niggas out makin' guns go pop So the spot gets shut but on to the 'Cuz your ears get vexed when they get the fix 'cuz
(These are the brakes) It be your listenin' pleasures while you're your chores (These are the brakes) No where you from, it's for you and yours
(These are the brakes) Bringing it back to the brakes the, 'Yes, yes, y'all' (These are the brakes) So let it be your anthem when you're a ball
Well, it's silly of me to that I never get a chance to see a piece of this pie I sat in front of speakers thinkin' that could be me open microphones so I could emcee Had a catalogue of raps all the 'round-the-wayers Before I went to bed included rhymes my prayers But that rhyme is all on paper, I want my song on vinyl I dreamin' hits and doin' shows, makin' my spines shake
Expectin' but a little bit of radio play diced on 1 and 2's by the best DJ's, hey Time was kinda tight but I dotted on the line And some expected me to buhlooning in the mind Seein' spaces and that I couldn't pronounce But still I had the pulleys to make all the bounce With the blessings of the great we took it from state to 'Cuz we landed on the good foot, we got our biggest 'cuz
(These are the brakes) A gets mugged by her crackhead son (That's the brakes, the brakes) You're in the part of town, so the shots make you run (That's the brakes, the brakes) best comrades put six tabs in your O.E. (That's the brakes, the brakes) Your boyfriend you a carrier of HIV (That's the brakes, the brakes)
Now gonna happen when the sun don't shine I'm buyin' tickets aboard, 'The caravan of Hey fellas, see, money don't make shots I break woes and some rhymes to tell So when the party's live, it be beef Or playin' indian roles, I guess you you was chief Seems all up and now you woke up surprised Situation's sticky dead in front of your eyes
We play the wall to tacks 'Til the DJ the necessary track In fact that jam plays on, out all your bread To pay for drinks for them girls you want to Don't be mislead the brake's inside your head And you reminiscing on them kids who got you fed 'Til reality reveals a miss who wants to If you can play her close out on the dance floor 'cuz
(These are the brakes) For your listenin' pleasures while you're doin' chores (These are the brakes) No where you from, it's for you and yours
(These are the brakes) Ringin' it back to the brakes the, 'Yes, yes, y'all' (These are the brakes) So let it be your when you're havin' a ball