Breaking The Law

[Verse 1]
I'm so hip hop, I'm so rock, I'm so soul, you so not
I'm so real, you so fake, you ain't there
Dead air, I'm so live it ain't fair
Sillas happening baby, you just standing there
Mannequin, panicking, pissing your pants, paranoid
I got the pistol pointed, got the population paralyzed
Got the game on top lock, prison time, no parole
Rock boss, new godfather of soul
Pay your respect, kiss the pinky ring
Your girl kissed my ding-a-ling, but can you blame her
Silla use the force, Darth Sidious
Flow got them das efx, I'm dead serious
But lyrics are the silliest
I do it well, cats say Silla your as sick as S.A.R.S
Keep a safe distance when I'm spitting 16 bars, bruh
Charged with 16 counts of arson
I'm so awesome, I'm Steve Austin
6 million dollar man
Bionic, cyborg, Van Damme he's good

[Hook]
Breaking the law, breaking, breaking the law, I'm breaking (x6)

[Verse 2]
Van Damme he's good, golly miss molly great bodily harm
Got my finger on the button world in my palm
It's on in the flip of a switch blade
Renegade slave off the chain uncuffed
Uncut cocaine mister slang insane Senim saddam hussien
Synonymous the same story
Money, power and territory, a warriors glory
Make all the girlies wanna put they pussy on me
Now back to the future where I'm Silla Mcfly
Ahead of my time, you got me in my optimus prime
But check the decal, a kat could be decepticon
Slap you with the megatron, you don't really want none do you
I'm sure your mama won't want it to happen to you
Junior, call me pappy belt to bottom, slappy happy
Disciplinarian, the punisher punishing, penalizing
Punks proper, I'm a play like nay and fucking punch you

[Hook]

[Spoken words]
By now the young man is openly critical of the traditions and limitations he sees as inherent in the martial arts as they're currently being practiced in America

He believes they lack a solid grounding in reality, consisting of rehearsed self-defense routines that are employed and predictable in patternized rhythms

He knows that real combat is spontaneous, not rehearsed and is made of irregular or broken rhythm that a martial artist can not anticipate, only respond to. Anything that's ornamental is discarded from his style. He retains only those techniques that he himself has determined to be practical in real self-defense situations

[Verse 3]
Play like nay and fucking punch you: 1, 2
Brass knuckle bully nephew, say uncle
Using some mic muscle, mash your ass, taters
Crumple you, scrap paper
I got that snap gator, shock tazer, sharp razor
Whatchamacallit, have your face all dropping, macaully culkin
The consummate culprit - catch me if you can tom hanks
Constant clowns have tried to keep up but can't chase
Better chill out chuck - before you get chewed up chunky
Chomp chomp, like pacman does them blue ghosts, yummy
My style's impetuous, my defense is impregnable
I'm ferocious, I'll eat your babies
My Tyson impression is terrible
But I'm sure you get the gist Johnny
The boys water, fiji, sparkletts, disani
Martial rap artist fist fighting feeble fuckers for fun
Fe fi fo fum Senim the giant - oh

[Hook]