[Intro: Narrator and Skit]
[Narrator]
Detonator Records, in conjunction with Plan C Productions, presents to you another Breez Evahflowin' adventure
[Skit]
[Citizen]
Hey, that guys in trouble!
[Super-Breez]
Looks like trouble
[Citizen]
Somebody's got to help him!
[Super-Breez]
Don't worry! I'll... save... you
[Citizen]
Look! Up in the sky!
[Hostage]
Help!
[Verse 1: Super-Breez]
A technological genius since the age of eight
There wasn't much I couldn't make
But we was piss poor kids, making swings out of gates
Take trips to scrape bricks to build what momma could bake with
To make this brief, my I.I.T
Scholarship was sweet ‘til I hit the streets
If defeat was a b**h, I'd have poked out her ovaries
Bullsh** gig—bum n***as promoted over me
It's over this? I pack the miniature tool kits
Pentium j**el chips and disc of my music
Facing cruel sh** in the heart of winter
In the hat factory that was owned by that lotto winner
See, I done went up the walls ‘til I developed the hand claw
Flipped on some technical grip sh**
Five thousand booming watts
Now I'm building me a state of the art suit with rocket boots
[Interlude: Super-Breez and Hostage]
[Super-Breez]
Time for extreme measures
[Hostage]
Help!
[Verse 2: Super-Breez]
Now I've got an exoskeleton
My touch turns men into gelatin
Ladies and gentlemen. Check it
I erected this. Machine man mesh
The fiends can't stress what the fiends can't test
Up the ante, metal-mask vigilante
Point-blank bust. I return like, "It can't be!"
Yes, it can. Luke Cage meets Mega Man
In mic-refined tessellated titanium shell
I'm in the event of trouble
My force shield bubble-burst
Villains get dispersed to the ends of the earth
Universe been defended since birth—my first mission
Save a thirsted kitten with reverse burst hitting
I bumped it out so hard, I k**ed the pigeon
Tears raining, years training, casualties remaining
In minimal amounts, standing on to mount
Making criminals bounce from subliminal doubt
I get paid!
Raid to impound grade A
Green for another type of green to trade
And the people, I
I say, “Fight to legalize”
My partner peace pipe makes the least people die
It's my enemy, the Evil Eye
I said, "Die!"
Call me Stuy like Bed
Let fly the acid red dye
Burnt and his head fry
You dry, crunchy crab
I'm about to get country as
Stringing n***as up and using 'em for punching bags
This ain't a game, fiend. This is multiple-concussion tag
We stop to have discussion as custom is the type
Of a hero and a villain at the peak of a fight
He speaks of a pipe adjacent to the gas main in mom's basement
His heart stop, start Detonation
I said, "It's on!"
Bit the end from the movie Spawn
Then grabbed him by the palms, wrapped his arms around an atom bomb
[Outro: Super-Breez]
What?!? s** on that one there, motherf**er!!! The Adventures of Plan C (Help!) and Breez Evahflowin'!