Outpost - Blaze lyrics

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Outpost - Blaze lyrics

[Verse 1: Swave Sevah] Yo, this is an all-out brawl and I'm the first motherf**er to rumble (Who want it?) Fight if you like. You're safer just keeping it humble (Stay down) Strike with the right and crumble your jaw with the knuckles (Uh) Nice on the mic, plus hustle the double to bundle (Give me that) I'm well-rounded, jack of all trades collecting a**ets (Bling) Versatile, attack the game from every aspect (Yeah, yeah) My flows are harmful. I ain't never scared Heart bigger than that boy on John Q Oh, you spitting flames now, dog? I've been hotter Been flipping all this sh** I'll be kicking like Gymkata I'm like Ca**ius Clay mixed with Dr. Bombay And you couldn't Cast me Away if I was Tom Hanks (Wilson!) Put your money up. You and your buddies what? Me and Breez right here—y'all just met y'all worst nightmare (Put ‘em up) Better wake up. You're nothing but a clown minus the makeup (b**h) Talking like you big when y'all all small as A-cups What? [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Smack your face up. Outpost n***as squash your squad Leave you flat like the plate that held General Zod Whatever bullsh** getting you hard getting you scarred Got faith? After this, you gon' get a new God Rap n***as, update your medical cards And stack cans like mans getting ready to starve Too late for all the hating—we already the stars Look at the game, salivating like it's fifth of Bicard [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Swave Sevah with DJ Static Scratches] (x2) I know I got something: I got your fist pumping Spit hot sh**, get the whole place jumping Blaze something. Somebody wave something And let a n***a know when he's rocking a mic [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] It's all dough when the Outpost is setting shop (What?) You a head but it's getting chopped (Uh) Hit you quicker than your weapon co*ked (Hah). Hard hands has Got you stumbling back like new yard dancers Fall back or front ‘til it hits y'all Touchdown before your sh** fall. So ahead in the race I had enough time to stop and dig a pitfall Whoever getting grands in the game, we gon' get y'all (Whoo!) Until it's done, spit the wrath of the Huns Like a runaway comet, come to blacken your Sun The one that threw the cat at your tongue Brick-holding crack bum, the crack of the bat when it's swung Willie Stargell. Little man mouth big as all hell Words carry weight—I'll be gargling barbells Y'all fail for spitting them tall tales How you out of line when you living with Ma Bell [Verse 4: Swave Sevah] Yo, these n***as be loving to hate and hating to love (Stop it) I was trying to show this world what I'm capable of (Look) I shouldn't have to chase a deal. My flows are sort of Like En Vogue: “Giving ‘Em Something They Can Feel” I'm too talented to waste the sk** (Yep), so I'ma spit ‘Til every wax, CD, and tape is filled To all y'all fantasy dudes, I'ma make this real Give me a chance. I'm trying to pay some bills You feel me? [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Swave Sevah with DJ Static Scratches] (x4) I know I got something: I got your fist pumping Spit hot sh**, get the whole place jumping Blaze something. Somebody wave something And let a n***a know when he's rocking a mic