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breez evahflowin' - fact diction lyrics

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
to the rhyme i commit my mind on a script. i write like theatre
i like the sound (nice). my life got weirder
near the goals, you see it like the life that appears to souls
causing a brother fear, to go—oh!
destiny is calling but the phone company is hating
and i can’t afford the call, waiting
that fast money sh-t involved satan
but i can go from train stations to four-day inns
f-ck being all patient while y’all caking
into my kush like my b-lls aching. i’m trying to bubble
like the belly that dissolve bacon
grab the beddy, hit the telly, then it’s all scr-ping
but check the girlies for the kelly ‘cause they all faking
not up to par. better start breaking, get crazy legs with it
or crazy pay digits. if you crazy, pave with it
shady with them ladies who don’t hate b-tches

[hook 1: breez evahflowin’]
you know i spit for and cry for and live for, would die for it
live on the fire, going eye for an eye for it
knowing when i hit you with magnificent tracks
they won’t be lacking non-fiction—my diction is fact

[hook 2: [?] and (breez evahflowin’)]
(true. that’s how we do)
and i never meant to cause you no pain (no pain, no. no pain)
i just want y’all to know that this here ain’t no game
so y’all brothers better keep sh-t tight (keep it tight when you’re on the mic)
before you talk on a lie (keep it tight when you’re on the mic)

[verse 2: breez evahflowin’]
word to god or whatever you trust to bring your spirit
from up out of the dust, i’m here to touch some
‘cause lord knows there’s been enough fronting
and f-ck the success—russell and puff should have done something
faking jacks with them charity acts. but it’s clear
by their actions them motherf-ckers gun-pumping
don’t be confused when you part of a chain, caught in the game
over time, it get harder to gain. uncle tom hopped
onto the train heading to a greener pasture
glorifying prison for the evil demon masters
lord knows why them cowards is fed
putting product out that says, “black power is dead”
pump the positive. you ain’t here no more. you ain’t feeling it
you promote the bullsh-t but you ain’t got to deal with it
i’m feeling it half-time but [feed off the half?]. i’m
turned off by insecure n-gg-s with -ss rhymes
this hip hop national pastime is weak
too many act sweet, some polishing theirs cleats
some try to compete, lack grace in defeat
and, at haste, activating their heat and get beat

[outro: breez evahflowin’]
yeah. it’s real. keep it real for real, for real. no doubt. breez evahflow. stronghold is the crew and wally what is the stu-dio. [?]. yo. yeah

- breez evahflowin lyrics

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