[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
Yo, I claim a fortune, put flame on my brain. Insane
Torched the lame. I called your name like Ichabod Crane
And haunt the land. Who want the fame? Phantoms are
From New York to the peninsula of Zanzibar, the land with all
I am the God and the chancellor, man-trampler
Rhyme tarantula. Dancing a dime at a time, I'm romancing her
Critical confidence, my rhymes complement the continent
Clinical combinance to match my vocalizing dominance
I open the eyes on monuments, make stone bounce
Seen the ice and the cream, so I took my cone out
OK, you know my nombre: Super Hombre
Be like, "¿Adónde estás, Evahflowin'?"
Knot bop specialist spitting blessings is effortless
‘Til I'm breath-e-less, stretching this like a wrestler's hold
Roll weaponless n***as requesting this, wanting that joint
With Breez repping this. You wanted to rep in this
Now you rapper turned to pessimist
n***as s**. I said it before, I'll say it again
They on the way out, I'm on the way in
I got your joint for free and still won't play it again
I'll blaze in a cypher, drop diaper sh**
Viper spit lethal verses aimed at your terrain
‘Til you curses my name. Worse is the pain when I
Burst in your brain cell. I dick down your main
But your dame ain't framed well. You can't tell?
We gon' blow up when we show up, maintain
With a cask and cream ‘til we throw up