Following in the tradition of the Ultimate Breaks and Beats series, the Strictly Breaks records contain an eclectic range of musical styles: mainly funk and jazz, but also including soul, rock, disco and pop. Some of the songs featured contain "open breaks" which are solo drum passages which enable djs to easily transition into them, as well as attractive to producers who loop or rearrange them to create new compositions.
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I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain Whether I'm hitting skins or motherfucking ballin With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle
Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'emīagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the meanĬause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green Let 'em fucking know who's Kool where I'm coming from Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit pilesīang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper I go so much of this style coming from my lips while With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dickĬause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-ĭonald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll awayĬause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall" Just to prove I'm ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda?Ĭlick back, put a hollow point cap in your temple
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