Cashus Clay - I Heard It (Vocal) lyrics

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Real life for your eyes. Sound Plus Rhythm styles. Breez Evahflowin'. No doubt. What you heard? [Hook: Sample from Breez Evahflowin's "Forsaken" and (Sample from [?])] (x4) (I heard it). The lips is sealed in the battlefield. (You don't hear me) [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Ayyo, my man told me Stan walks the earth no more He heard it from Charon and Moe on four four Now Big Toe claim he want name on the tale So Don told him this tale. Baby walking on bail It begins like wind to sails A man's breath moves, d**h steps closer to the next from a**umption The average function Follows the code of the barbeque You don't bother me and I don't bother you By the two turntables lives the fable himself Brother stand d**h-cheating, eating good for his health Was it an apparition? I focus past all the superstition The mission: to find Toe, try to make him listen Condition critical—cannot prevent the blowup ‘Cause Toe is toe-up and now Dale had to show up Flossing. This situation happens often New York, LA, or Boston always ends up in the coffin Or stranded often ‘cause Dale's dime piece got nine weeks To turn, but Toe got payback to earn Busting loud, me and Stan rushing through the crowd Somehow, street trial have an ill way of ending up Enough time for Toe mind to clear Dale's still alive. I'm standing here Stan, my man you heard was dead Been confirmed by Toe from a stray to the head What'd you say? [Hook: Sample from Breez Evahflowin's "Forsaken" and (Sample from [?])] (x4) (I heard it). The lips is sealed in the battlefield. (You don't hear me) [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, when you say what you said, an*lyze the fact Now I heard you got snuffed for that yakkity yak Being black plus broke lend folks to run jibs Especially with these teenage kids Who heard that the crew down the block got their work down pat? I heard it from Will, caught the scoop from Nat Who cats often neglect when they search for truth Stories be lacking proof that get over on the youth I heard he had them juveniles ga**ed for the taking Parlaying on the papers they ain't making How them Jamaican cats got ‘em shaking? And shorties pulling chrome when they dome started baking Taking the risks, running down the block with d**h in the fist The gross miscalculation Not only was it workplace but also homestation The only thing them shorties got was lots of chrome-tasting Running home, facing fear With a mind scene of gondoleros upon the rear Be careful with your peoples and your peers So I hear it said and believe it's true The only way to stop the word is at you My lips stay statue-stiff unless seen My word to Yahweh my way. Nah'mean? [Hook: Sample from Breez Evahflowin's "Forsaken" and (Sample from [?])] (x4) (I heard it). The lips is sealed in the battlefield. (You don't hear me)