Alright [VERSE 1: Breeze] Girls, a subject that I think of every hour While I'm relaxin, in fact sittin down or takin a shower Ain't a time in the day
didn't listen so I'm dissin with precision No one can mess with me, that decision is def with me They praise and raise and kiss the one they look up to
[VERSE 1: Breeze] There's a difference between me and you and I can prove this Check the stance, the dance and the smoothness The fluidness, the effortless
m The Young Son Of No One in rap Like the man I mentioned two lines back Never duck or weave, just believe I never run Cause I been crowned The Young Son
come on You couldn't break the kid, now took a look And while you're sittin there kickin yourself, son, watch the hook Watch the (Hook) (Hook) (Hook) [VERSE 2: Breeze
what it's like at the scene of a homicide It's like a eerie feeling Wait hold up, I think I see one now [VERSE 2: Breeze] Yo foolio, what you're doin
[VERSE 1: Breeze] It's time to rhyme, keep it in mind I'm gifted With the strength to go the length and if it's Rough enough to keep the crowd in a standstill
[VERSE 1: Breeze] I'm goin through phases, wonderin what is expected of me For the money or the girls to love me For the juice, the clout or recognition
[VERSE 1: Breeze] Loungin, a lazy sort of topic To do nothin at all is the goal, you know, the object You just relax and your body gets weak And sometimes
(feat. Big Dad) (Gotta be got to be a freak of the week) [VERSE 1: Breeze] What you think about steppin to a funky beat that's movin ya And while I
these words reach you Cuz you never know where life?ll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that died young Too soon, never seen the other side son I
Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin' with the young don, people Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel Muthafuckers better be peaceful
left one Caught your rebel grows, devils we grow, jonesin' on the curb I glow Still posin' a B-girl fresh as this leftist gets with MC's one and all
jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
-da-dow-da-dah-ow Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin one on one
Go in depth best with the finger next to the index Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n You can
scene Dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing The rebel, you thought you're on my level, you wasnt Hotter than Ecuador, son
it"} Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one Killin niggaz with the flow, H1N1 You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug
