[Intro: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yeah. Yo. I love my brothers (I love my bitch’s mom), so I’ma sing for you, nigga
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
Coming out your mouth as if you really want more
Like I really ever gave a fuck about yours
[Interlude 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yeah. Beyond got that ice water. (Ice water. Beyond. What up?). Word. Let me make this shit clear right here. (Who are you?). Ayyo
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
First, let me introduce myself. First name: Breez. Last: Evahflowin’
Never knowing how I’m coming, cousin
From a dozen layers deep in the earth where speech is diverse, air
Reeks of a verse thought. My verse caught fire
Put it to the stem and then I got higher
It’s like a high-wire act—balance the facts
Y’all could front. Nigga, balance the sacs
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
Coming out your mouth as if you really want more
Like I really ever gave a fuck about yours
[Interlude 2 (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin’]
Beyond. Yeah. And you don’t stop. Make me. It going on—we rock it like
[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Lyrical king, bling bling mic in a throne
Megathirst for the mic when it’s on and blow stage
Megahurts when igniting these songs. Y’all know the name
Evah first and your titles is gone—got any more?
Who gotta get yours? If you got it, hide it
When I’m spotted, writers get angry like, “How this nigga got invited?”
And he underground, a battle rapper?
Nah, bitch, I’m real and a lot of y’all are actors
Suspect (True). Most of y’all couldn’t kill a drink
I’ll kill your dreams. Once again, God hurts the Philistines
I rain down thunder, fireballs, and guillotines
Stretch out your ranks like Billy Blanks
The shit that peel at your Achilles’ Heel ‘til there’s no meat
Beyond know the difference in a good and a dope beat
Hold beef, thinking that it’s probably over
Is like Mike Jackson tongue-kissing Tommy Mottola
In so deep. Do dirt, never been found out
Rat niggas get they Stewart-Little ass stomped out
Broken up like bud, smoking, [sense heat?]
That got niggas screaming, “Jeah!” like MC Eiht
The same time, be the nigga that them MCs hate
With the motherfucking ego that them can’t deflate
Tease fate like ticklish bitch. Yeah
I lick on the clit ‘long as your head’s on the tip of my dick
[?] like [I’m licorice, dig this?]
Nigga is sick with obscene problems
A nice guy with a dark side like the Green Goblin
Bombs at your team, lobbing ‘til your team wobbling
King wile-amatic, verbals from the cabbage
Can slice you into slivers like that shit that make a sandwich
Feeding to see more—I’m famished
Appetite for destruction—won’t stop ‘til I finish the planet
Nigga, go ahead with your reckless, recluse
And breed what’s produced in test tubes—you’re nothing
Bring you the head. I take advantage of your bad balance
Your talent shakes without the stand and the peg
I stay on top, nigga. It’s like I stand on your head
You took my sac like you think it’s a hat
I’m the well-known fact, spreading this truth across the map
And, fuck around, I’ma cross the gap
Like the one in my teeth, so save beef and worry ‘bout the cost of getting lapped
Come on the floor with that sideline commentating
Or I’ma stay dominating. Get your weight up
I mean, you aight, but, fuck with me, you getting ate up
Pause. Stretched out and laid up paws
Straight up pause. I got this rap shit down like I made up gauze
You got it down like you made up bras
Pardon, pa. I’m straight verbally starved
[Interlude 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
(What? The fuck?). Feed that shit, nigga. (Ha). Yeah. Uh huh. Yo. (As if). Let’s make this clear right here. For real. (Don’t even get into this no more). Ayyo. (I’m saying)
[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
Allow me reintroduce myself. First name: Breez. Last: Evahflowin’
Never knowing how I’m coming, cousin
From a dozen layers deep in the earth where speech is diverse, air
Reeks of a verse thought. My verse caught fire
Put it on the stem and then I got higher
It’s like a high-wire act—balance the facts
If you front, then you could balance these motherfucking sacs
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
Coming out your mouth as if you really want more
Like I really ever gave a fuck about yours
[Outro (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin’]
Word. Fuck that. Run it. Shit. Word
