[Intro: Breeze Brewin] Yo, Verses vs the Beats. Breezly Brewin, Juggaknots up here with Blowout. Y'all down eighty while we make it sound crazy. Check it. Ayyo [Verse 1: Breeze Brewin] Y'all brothers got Fishscale? Nah, n***a, that's eczema You're nervous, part b**h, pillars if the gat's next to ya You wish you were that sweet. I'm holding the mic, see? I'll hit a n***a, splash seas, your soul, and your psyche I'm never bold. The confidence of compliments from centerfolds Full-spread with a sh**ter pulled, then I enter swole Fellas hear the game, then laugh. Yeah, n***a. Right, man ‘Til I see your Damon/dame and Dash like Jigga's right hand Y'all pa** the buck inside to get the mamis stuck And, n***a, watch. I will be winning like I'm f**ing Lady Luck And I'm no joke. A slowpoke when long-sticking Busting it down, touching my sound, my song sickens With a satisfaction. I'm beating it wild, yo My feet underground, still trying to grab this traction I'm saying, “I'm blessing it. I'm steady, nice, man.” You play your Perspective, you rotting, involuntary Kelly Price fan Barking like you sparking fear and I'm not caring I'm not hearing it, screaming. See me like my Walkman blaring But you the leader with a squad that's really proud of you So now you're gonna lead by example when I make an example out of you For the haters, got mad styles, could bust a new bag My sh**'s straighter than Pat Riley plus a durag For the mad frills, I'm with mad sk**s Slick Rick to y'all. Strict lick the balls, but your crew's f*g