Time For A Breakdown Songtext
von Bear the Astronot

′Bout to have a breakdown in that shit

Yo, welcome to whatever they call it
I spit like llama off a 40 ounce of mix, alcoholic
I had your dreams in my fist and I balled it
Picket white grip on your hopes like an object
No, I'm not gonna stop it
Tryptophan, molly, xannies, and Ritalin
List of drugs without context, I guess I am a rapper, man
Next four ring call, I could steal your girl
I′m a rock star, spit out your catalogue
It took me less than eight bars

Gooned up anime characters, muscles ballooned up
Sippin' Casamigos straight-up out of a blue cup
That's how I see my entourage when I′m ′shroomed up
We don't even leave this room when we go out and do stuff


I started this when Eminem hadn′t had a battle yet
When they was still on racial shit like they Montague and 'em Capulet
Now they dead like Romeo and Juliet
Half these MCs retired 20 years ago
Haven′t slowed down on my rapping yet
I still command respect
You ran this show like Eddie Gallagher
Now the leadership is here to get it back in check
Since Back to the Future been odd
Craving attention and redemption like Charlamagne tha God
I'm the rock with a man-bob
But you′re all a sob with the keys for the meaner facade
My face, I can fuck your bug out of the alien pod
I'm a judgmental self-worshiping dick wad
And the most humble person in my squad
Your raps make me nod

I need some smelling salts to wake me back up
And call your songs a salter, let me pull my sack up
And hold my nuts, they're growing out of this cup
Matter of fact, I′ll cut ′em
Hold these things and float away like the old man on "Up"

Maybe that one there, that's a bit gender-specific
But give these a tickle, I′m tellin' you, man, they′re fuckin' terrific
My wife has bigger nuts than all of you, if we′re gettin' specific
It's a play on words, not a political stance, man, I hope you get it


So bounce
This is why
So bomb
It′s time for a breakdown
Before your man has a breakdown
So bounce
I don′t need a hug, friend
This is why
So bomb
It's time for a breakdown
Before your man has a breakdown

Look, MCs, I′m elegant
Fluke special intelligence
So, I won't stay relevant
No, I′m gonna go permanent though
Permanent as permafrost, that snow, baby, beneath the North Pole
My flows can switch code even after they switched the magnetic poles
Your rappers trippin' over words and fallin′ in holes
I float by, smoother than the Silver Surfer, plated in gold
Take a bite, see how real it is with your teeth
I'm real, son, realer than the reality of feeling grief
For family members deceased
Realer than these dark blue dickies ironed into a crease
Real impressionable, real as God, man, you better believe
You wanna hear a three word joke without a punchline?
Commander-in-chief
I guess you see now that the Astronot's back
That I was just vermin, but now I′m the king of the rats
Looking down from the top of this cave, all my swingin′ with bats
So never question my skills again, just stick to the facts

So bounce
This is why
So bomb
It's time for a breakdown
Before your man has a breakdown
So bounce
This is why
So bomb
It′s time for a breakdown
Before your man has a breakdown

You don't want this, sonny
The Astronot′s back