Stelf Index - Refined (Street) lyrics

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. You know'm saying? Breez Evahflowin'. What run through a n***a mind? Yo, yo [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] I lead a lonely life—call it my ego. My sh** is deep The type to think the world wait for me to wake from my sleep The type to think the rhyme waited for a break from my beat I find shorties lacking ‘til my dick make ‘em complete I found the spot where God keeps the rain drops and kicked the doors open So it could pour, soak and overflow the ocean—that's ill! Force man flee land, adapt k**s Take flight through cats' sk**s on genetic reconstructed pterodactyls Rap peels back space and time for truth Sampled the Big Bang and hang it from a drum loop Then rock a joint called “Creation.” My first verse Split the atom, burst, illuminate, and then create the Earth I wrote for what I was worth, then rested But my sleep was too deep—the dark rhyme manifested Now my work remain infested ‘til the day I expire And seek to purge two-thirds of my words of pure fire [Scratch Hook] “My mind remains refined—all kind of ideas” - Eric B. & Rakim's "Eric B Is President" [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] (Like grain) Like grain crystal, refine and grind my brain tissue I aim thought missile, talk, hit you, and I ain't miss you I rock a grill official, mash global style My vocal wild—tracking my style with tranquilizer The dark rider, spark right on jake back steps ‘Til my d**h, ‘til there's no rap left—this n***a awesome I pulled your card and ran to Boston. Seven books and I ain't lost one If you're the one that cost one, it cost him I toss him like the staff of Aaron And sent the plague on the staff of Donna Karan for endorsing the front You only live life once—sacrifice bunch for title bouts Clans done expand from a man in the south I found my foundation. But what you facing? Ain't nothing free about a Mason [?] of Satan I ain't debating truths in any regions f** Ephesians 4:14—I got fourteen defined reasons [Scratch Hook] “My mind remains refined—all kind of ideas” – Eric B. & Rakim's "Eric B Is President" [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] I make decisions high, wondering “Why did my religion die?” Cyanide ribbons in the sky made the pigeons fry Stargazer. Laser beam dream sleep so deep Intense heat burnt my pillows and sheets I meet my end on paper and seek truth like “Who made the maker?” Carry my thoughts in the salt shaker My man Keith cook beef—I bring the seasoning, the symphonies Pimping these industry entities with no penalties My mentals be locked inside a fuse box Whose shock can light up two blocks when I be do rock The way I bounce, squads call me doo-wop GZA hit at the twenty. But now, n***as down to two watts f** a contract—sign a n***a with the ooh-wop Talking ‘bout “You better do ‘cause there ain't no ‘do not'” What your crew got? Some new hot sh**? Let me watch it If you gaming, retaliate with rockets I be aiming at your whole ground Stronghold hold it down [Bridge: Breez Evahflowin'] Word is bond. B FM. Lace your tracks—we up in this. Yo, yo. My mind remains refined. All kind of idea. My man Static on the cut. What's the deal? Stronghold [Scratch Hook] “My mind remains refined—all kind of ideas” - Eric B. & Rakim's "Eric B Is President"