Blaze

[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]
Yo, this is an all-out brawl and I’m the first motherfucker 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 assets (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 shit I’ll be kicking like Gymkata
I’m like Cassius 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 (Bitch)
Talking like you big when y’all all small as A-cups
What?

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Smack your face up. Outpost niggas squash your squad
Leave you flat like the plate that held General Zod
Whatever bullshit getting you hard getting you scarred
Got faith? After this, you gon’ get a new God
Rap niggas, 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 shit, get the whole place jumping
Blaze something. Somebody wave something
And let a nigga 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 cocked (Hah). Hard hands has
Got you stumbling back like new yard dancers
Fall back or front ‘til it hits y’all
Touchdown before your shit 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 niggas 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 skill (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 shit, get the whole place jumping
Blaze something. Somebody wave something
And let a nigga know when he’s rocking a mic