Breakbanks - Coin Banks

Rock ya body body, everybody, anybody

When I rock I body, everybody, anybody

I embody, rap, I am not copycat

Put em at the bottom of a body bag, throw em off a bridge

I’m polishing a bottle of Hennessey

I’m done with the pleasantries

Nobody can mess with my energy

I’ve felt both sides of the jealousy

I’m not anybody’s effigy

Identity is real, like Tel Aviv

First time I heard time hip-hop

I was just a snot nose

Felt like I just got home

Graffiti paintings modern day Picasso

God knows, that I got soul

Hot flow from the gospel

Coin Banks the original b-boy apostle

Where the breakers at?

I ain’t here to take ya back

I break the bank, make a classic, then I fade to black

Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break

Got Dan and Atom on the boards, get the record straight

I got the sound boys listening

Hearing me is like when Em found Royce spitting it

Loud noise imminent, shhhhhh, tumbleweed

Cowboys Indians, wow coins brilliant

I’d love to get me, some money penny, in to my bonds

I’m one of many, I’m drunk off Henny, forgive me lord

My arms are heavy, my palms are sweaty, I’m switching off

Come and get me, I’m done and ready this shit is hot

Me myself and I, midnight marauders

Speak in my native tongue, Czytać co moje

My light shine bright like menorahs

We can die tonight, still live life tomorrow

Call it déjà vu, but ya’ll sound the same

Bill Murray, on Groundhog Day

Ya’ll peak like a mountain range

I take it forward

I found my space, floating away in orbit

In a drought waiting for it, now the rain has fallen

I had a fat cap on a matt black

Backpack, Adidas jacket, Hilfiger track pants

Standing in my b-boy stance, with a starter snap back

Fam its ya boy Coin Banks, Atom where you at man

Here’s a little a story that i got to Tell

About three bad brothers, you know so well

Run up in the bank in a b-boy stance

Put the money in the bag;

let me see your hands

Stick em up, stick em up in the air

Stick em up, stick em up in the air, make em clap

Stick em up, stick em up in the air

Stick em up, stick em up in the air, and get down

Stick em up, stick em up in the air

Stick em up, stick em up in the air, make em clap

Stick em up, stick em up in the air

Let poppers pop and the breakers break

Got Atom on the boards, get the record straight

Take it back when I was born, I dedicate

To the cats that come before, what happened

To the famous rappers on my wall, what happened?

B boys dancing on the floor, what happened?