Breez Evahflowin’ (Verses vs Beats)

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin']
Word up. So should I call you “Beat” or “Track.” You’re just, like, next victim ‘cause, yo, if I don’t let all this out on you, it’s, like, the way my life is:

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
I’m forced to make papers and I’m forced to hate ya
Forced to live up to my name, became a force of nature
The greater, greater creator. On impact
I could make the wind flap, grab the axis
Spin backwards in a circular motion
Get deeper than the whirlpool at the center of the ocean
A titan. Thunderbolt, lightning striking
At the same site twice if I ain’t smite you the first time
Birth sign: Sagis. Better than [?]
Y’all clear skies. I’m a cumulus mass
I shine for the grass, flow water to roots
Prepare my thought for the truth, offering my fruit
When writing, she might reproduce fame. Feel free, shorty
Carry the name Breez. It ain’t about sex
It’s a natural occurrence like the air to your breath
And Evahflowin’ all depends on the worth of your contents
The Earth and the continents I’m out to conquer with
Sick vowels and consonants to disembowel your incompetence
Now y’all styles is dead. Did it before
Now getting ready for war if you shit at the Lord
It’s the fall 2001, featuring me
Breez Evahflowin’, motherfucking Blowout on the beat
The hottest shit niggas need to know upon the streets
The States, [?] (Stronghold!) still down to bring it to beats