[Intro: Breez Evahflowin']
Detonator, yo. Lighting the fumes. Uh. Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold. Stronghold Number 4 representing, what? Like this, what? Pro-File, what? Detonator, what? DJ Static. Word up. What? Poppa D's lab. Huh? Sure you want to do this like this, right? Do it like this
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
I'll begin on some MVP sh**, biyaitch!
n***as got the nerve when they nerd like Screech
I vibrate the verb like turned-off beat
Learned on streets, battle n***as burned off leaf
Breez (What?) chill like turned-off heat
Now they want what I earned off beats (Haha)
Rhymes (Yeah). I know you don't care, shorty (What?)
That's why I cop shares while you share 40s
Static automatic on some young Berry Gordy
Sun category, “To the Top,” be the story (What?)
Y'all n***as bore me. Sound-alike crews corny
My Stronghold rock n***as for me
I rock ‘em for them, locking ‘em inside the graffiti shapes
Smack ‘em in the face with they CD case (Ha!)
Smash with the force of warhead (Ha!)
And leave your shot eyelids stuck to the bone in your forehead
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin']
I Pro-File on some Stronghold sh**
We gon' blow sh** ‘til we on your ship
And sink your ship. Bring your sh**
We can do whatever thing—Brick roll thick
And raise that sh** like a forklift
A folktale. My fame is underground folklore
I spoke war. Simultaneously
I tried to open up they eyes, but they still can't see
[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin']
I see through the lies and rise ‘til my debt's affected
And scrutinized like my n***a Deck Inspect sh**
sh**'s “Hectic.” Still, the record got pressted
Manager hollering ‘bout she need more press skits
See, I've been tested in this game by flame
Gain my fame from n***as tryna maim my brain
And them same mens who wouldn't do business then
Run up after battles with a grin
As if you wanna see me win
I'm the ground beneath the underdog feet
The space in between where worm creep
The place where the root lay deep
The bed from where the undead creep
The base of a creek that runs deep
When one seeks oil, I draw ink and write
On the fossilized white of bones past the break
Breez a gem—Detonator double the prize
So damn underground that light hurts my eyes
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin']
I Pro-File on some Stronghold sh**
We gon' blow sh** ‘til we on your ship
And sink your ship. Bring your sh**
We can do whatever thing—Brick roll thick
And raise that sh** like a forklift
A folktale. My fame is underground folklore
I spoke war. Simultaneously
I tried to open up they eyes, but they still can't see
[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin']
Yo, you ain't creative. You're just a different kind of wack
You ain't made it. You're just shining from a lack
You ain't large. You're like a Buick to a Benz
As fluid as a trend and you're doing it again?
You've got no friend—they just bright groupies
Hoping to catch a cameo in the next mic movie
Now you might move me if you could find your f**ing heart
You're blinded in the dark, trying to find the f**ing shots
You ain't a smash hit. Y'all promotors for caskets
A song n***as sing when n***as getting they a** kicked
How could you be raw when you overexposed?
You got it good? Good, n***a. Now get over the clothes
Get on with the flows. Oh! I forgot you s**
You ain't got soul—sold it for what got you bucks
Now what's real is I got you stuck
Remember Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold come to lock this up
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] (x2)
I Pro-File on some Stronghold sh**
We gon' blow sh** ‘til we on your ship
And sink your ship. Bring your sh**
We can do whatever thing—Brick roll thick
And raise that sh** like a forklift
A folktale. My fame is underground folklore
I spoke war. Simultaneously
I tried to open up they eyes, but they still can't see
[Outro: Breez Evahflowin']
What? Pro-File. No doubt. Keep wiling on some Stronghold! Poppa D on the boards. Detonator, y'all. Pro-Filing. Breez Evahflowin'. Strongholding! What? Huh. Y'all better know Stronghold is in your area. Y'all better know Stronghold is in your area. Word. Pro-Filing. Keep wiling. NYC, baby. To the Bean Town and beyond