Breezly Brewin - Come Along lyrics

Verse 1: Breezly Brewin (And Breezy Brewin like this yes) I comes off ya like a f*ggot in the slammer, jammer n***a tryin'a say I ain't a bad [?] Like Starks I sparks the mic Sorta like a pyro So sly, yo I eat that booty like a gyro In other words I eats the p**y cat Fat is my lingo I swing oh so lovely So tell me what's above me Rider, I be the don [?] Of the Yankee boy chattin' Money making like manhattan Brothers pa** the puck Inside the rhythm I be stuck I got it going on like I was f**in' Lady Luck, check it You gotta [?] back the track And leave the microphone alone like crack And yo it's like that A rugged brother, word to em' other n***as sweat for girls I'm sympathetic cuz I'm swift like your mans nut I got the flavor that you'll savor, word is born Everybody get a nibble of my scribble, come along