Imperial Wrecks

[Intro: Samples with DJ Static Scratches]
“Here we go” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]
Yo, it’s so sick when I flow. Sess shit’ll flame like a pyro
Got the glow like high pro. Eyes closed from the hydro
You know how I go: training niggas like Cus D’Amato
“If we don’t get along, let’s get it on”—that’s my motto
We rock shows. This the Outpost: Swave, Static, and Breez
A collabo: Stronghold and Cvees
We get it jumping—hold on to your seat ‘cause if you stand
You’re gonna tumble—feel that rumble up under your feet?
That’s from the thump of the beat. And if you bump in your jeep
People will hear you from miles away coming up the street
What I’ve been up to lately? A project so pleasing
To the ears. You want to hear it? (Fuck you, pay me)
You must be crazy—you don’t rhyme for free
Won’t ask for much but must get some kind of fee
Swavy Crockett is a product of Harlem’s environment
With a loud roar to make sure I’m heard in the lion’s den

[Hook: Samples with DJ Static Scratches and Breez Evahflowin’ & Swave Sevah]
“What?” - Sample from [?] (x3)
Imperial wrecks out for monster checks
Try to front and I’m on your neck—come correct
“What?” - Sample from [?] (x8)
Imperial wrecks out for monster checks
Try to front and I’m on your neck—come correct

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Trust me, dog. You ain’t seen shit. But when I wreck this rhyme
I’ll bet your head find the motherfucking exit sign (Down with the king!)
I’m like Martin Luther without the Vandross
My style run wild and break foul without a handoff
Field the dreams with a team that can’t be conquered
We wandered through the hard-to-gain yards like Barry Sanders
Poisonous cleats—don’t sleep on my damn group
We prove niggas sweet like the juice in canned fruit
The flow activate, come correct like a switch watch
Intimidate your flock, treat your knock like it’s twist top
Bundle up y’all bitches with precision of gift shops
And send y’all to the point where this shit stops
(Hip hop’s last hope). Past dope, we krills
And use everyday living to improve these skills
To whom we feel is real: get dap from palm to palm
Whom we don’t: get palmed-smacked up out of calm
And it’s on

[Hook: Samples with DJ Static Scratches and Breez Evahflowin’ & Swave Sevah]
“What?” - Sample from [?] (x10)
Imperial wrecks out for monster checks
Try to front and I’m on your neck—come correct
“What?” - Sample from [?] (x12)
Imperial wrecks out for monster checks
Try to front and I’m on your neck—come correct

[Bridge: Samples with DJ Static Scratches]
“What? Word. Yo. Yeah, come on” - Sample from [?]

[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
I don’t care if you flat on the mat or over the rope
Whether signed or unsigned, y’all in line with my scope
Y’all could rap ‘til you fall in the yoke. And once provoked
We’ll squeeze into your chest what belong in your throat
O-U-T-P-OST. Three folks
When we approach, the livest emcees be G-HOST
We toast complexions. Essence of East Coast
Sessions of deep quotes from the blessing of tree smoke

[Verse 4: Swave Sevah]
Ayyo, we back in the house to answer those who’ve been asking about
The LP and when would we be having one out
And I’ll reply without a shadow of doubt: real soon
It’s just the flows are too much—we got to fraction them out
You see, you got to get used to these murderous troops
Before you can take in a whole album of verbal abuse
Cvees blowing up like pipe bombs when the mic’s on
And you to us is like earthworms to pythons, nigga

[Hook: Samples with DJ Static Scratches and Breez Evahflowin’ & Swave Sevah]
Imperial wrecks out for monster checks
Try to front and I’m on your neck—come correct
“Word. What?” - Sample from [?] (x4)
“What? Word” - Sample from [?] (x3)
Imperial wrecks out for monster checks
Try to front and I’m on your neck—come correct

[Outro: Samples with DJ Static Scratches]
“What? Word up” - Sample from [?] (x3)