Breez Evahflowin - Self Pro-Claimed lyrics

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Stripes (Yeah) counted. Stronghold. Breez Evahflowin'. (Yeah! Yeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] In this song, I could run through a dozen lives People who burn ‘cause they only concerned who they f**ing tonight Or they forfeit they urns to the numbers at night And live foul ‘til they burn in the sun of the light The hard time make me run on the mic Scream on it with songs that seem honest, but I question my motive Would I still be the same if this sh** had exploded Or would the wordplay be loaded with bigger, better, and bloated? I'm a bad man born out of struggle and hustle Still, I advance, juggling multiple struggles My fame claimed and kept. Still, I aim to rep Shameless steps and maintain the same respect The game is d**h. To maintain the flame of breath Some sell they soul, get f**ed, and change they s** One time, my aim met with the same success [And tell them?] who attainted, [did became?] [?] [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] I'm more than a 12-inch, an album—I'm more than a sound I'm more than your boys, your block, borough, more than your town The boy been around like nobody, holding it down It be the Breez Evahflowin', king of the underground I run it for real. I'll beat n***as out of they deals I'll grab on the steel and eat ‘til I'm out of a meal I'm out of control. I flow when it's time to get down It be the Breez Evahflow, king of the underground [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] And if you snooze, you know I'm not the shoulder to use Been underground since them hip hop shows at The Muse If I'm broke, then it's ode to the dues. If I smoke Then it's over the blues. I'm overdue and still over you Could give a f** what Nas, Em, Nel, and Hov'll do I seen where it's been, kid. I know what it's going through From 2G, MTV, now ‘0 and 2 Got CDs, DVDs, outflowing who? Pride had ‘em walking in, then they rolling ‘em through I was known to Detonate. Now I'm known to diffuse Before that, my Rhythm Plus Sound how I first touched down “Forsaken” was the track. PF Cuttin, where you at? Five deadly venoms put me on the map, ransacked The record rack so wack cats could never relax It be the Brick Fist that's holding you back, swallowing your block You can't budget, though you f**ing give it all that you've got Evahflowin' infinite success, more or less When 24 bars get etched in 20 minutes or less Due to the potency and strength of the stress I'ma address my last bars like them track stars with things on they chest It's not greed but, for seed and weed, it must add up f** with my seed and weed, you getting bat up Leaving with no f**ing reason to pick a hat up Find your face, run the line of [the basement?] [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] I'm more than a 12-inch, an album—I'm more than a sound I'm more than your boys, your block, borough, more than your town The boy been around like nobody, holding it down It be the Breez Evahflowin', king of the underground I run it for real. I'll beat n***as out of they deals I'll grab on the steel and eat ‘til I'm out of a meal I'm out of control. I flow when it's time to get down It be the Breez Evahflow, king of the underground [Outro: Breez Evahflowin'] (It ain't safe no more). Yeah. I ain't gotta say no more (Wack MCs), but I'ma keep it going, though. (It ain't safe no more). Let's just stop right here. Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold Number 4. Still in effect, still keep it raw. DJ Static, put down the law. Beats rugged, stay hardcore. Hip hop ‘til the heart is sore