[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. Detonator Records. With another Black Static production. For each man. C-Rayz Walz. And myself, Breez Evahflowin', like yo [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] A splash of bourbon how I mash my word in Listen now. This is how n***as get hurt in This urban jungle box like my office Bark like a man but he rocks like a novice I spit ‘til I abolish short-sided economics Popping “All That Jazz” like Stetsasonic Tell the crowd, “I'm here to represent and that's a promise” The Sun Cycle—that's atomic super byproduct like birdman Banging this beat, Black Static in Birdland Bumped a beautiful racket like Venus and Serena See me deep for peace, placed at the point of a paragraph Pimping the narrow path like trapeze With ease, Breez proceeds to complete the piece Breathe deep, release heat from my full physique And rock you, bringing the staff from “Hok2” Winning ain't an option—it's a got-to After all [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and C-Rayz Walz] After all that we been through Finally realized we made it to Where we gon' keep it going Proving and showing [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Give me a pound, hug me. Kiss ground and streets love me Cruddy duddy, Maxi pad pockets for bloody money Serial/cereal k**er spitters breakfast/break fast for a nut in honey It's up to you to judge me—when it gets ugly, I spit lovely Number 3 in the basement. Pacing, my brethren lay low Spoons in the bowl stir up a tornado I left my stress mag on the window sill—that's OK, yo Let the Rayz touch it—UV sunlight when you clutch it Haters love it. We show, they prove we ain't budging Our spot permanent, spit heat, fix ovens, selling thermos kits Get chips or meet determined bricks, lions' manes Fiery flames, best-friends-worst-enemy change Eight samples in the house as twelve men in streets sang Prideland legacy, strong cubs and Mini-Mes Little ninjas who fill Simba's best memory Stronghold forever heavenly—the reppers see the legacy [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and C-Rayz Walz] After all that we been through Finally realized we made it to Where we gon' keep it going Proving and showing [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin' and C-Rayz Walz] Yo, this walk got my feet bruised I need food so I can pump the street news like, “Extra” Text your editorial like, “Pardon me, dukes But in my mind, it's so vivid, you could hear the air molecules” Moving through the brain unit, mental mind station Money migration as long as the time racing Making like I'm in Manhattan rapping to beats Trapped in the beats, a cold world—too many lacking the heat So the belly bubbles, spell me trouble. I can feel it ‘Til it double me over, so I'm seldom seen sober I'm long-winded speaking in breaths, beat your keyboard with lefts ‘Til we speak in the cleft, seeking success The mind ditect like an affirmative “Yes!” And shown to the real why his bag is blue The live direct, show sk**s, express d**h and prove With sunlight and cold storms, we gonna make it through Like the naked truth, vacation time to a youth Blue Hawaiian lu for taking rhymes through the roof The power of the mind heal the blind with the proof The product of the shine be divine—envision the cool Positioned to boost the game. Root the name Stronghold, brick roots and veins. Clips shoot the aim We reversed the process. The legend remains To the fourth, fifth power at the “Top of the Food Chain” [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and C-Rayz Walz] After all that we been through Finally realized we made it to Where we gon' keep it going Proving and showing After all that we been through Finally realized we made it to... Eheheh