Breeze Brewin (Verses vs Beats)

[Intro: Breeze Brewin]
Yo, Verses vs the Beats. Breezly Brewin, Juggaknots up here with Blowout. Y’all down eighty while we make it sound crazy. Check it. Ayyo

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin]
Y’all brothers got
Fishscale? Nah, nigga, that’s eczema
You’re nervous, part bitch, pillars if the gat’s next to ya
You wish you were that sweet. I’m holding the mic, see?
I’ll hit a nigga, splash seas, your soul, and your psyche
I’m never bold. The confidence of compliments from centerfolds
Full-spread with a shitter pulled, then I enter swole
Fellas hear the game, then laugh. Yeah, nigga. Right, man
‘Til I see your Damon/dame and Dash like Jigga’s right hand
Y’all pass the buck inside to get the mamis stuck
And, nigga, watch. I will be winning like I’m fucking Lady Luck
And I’m no joke. A slowpoke when long-sticking
Busting it down, touching my sound, my song sickens
With a satisfaction. I’m beating it wild, yo
My feet underground, still trying to grab this traction
I’m saying, “I’m blessing it. I’m steady, nice, man.” You play your
Perspective, you rotting, involuntary Kelly Price fan
Barking like you sparking fear and I’m not caring
I’m not hearing it, screaming. See me like my Walkman blaring
But you the leader with a squad that’s really proud of you
So now you’re gonna lead by example when I make an example out of you
For the haters, got mad styles, could bust a new bag
My shit’s straighter than Pat Riley plus a durag
For the mad frills, I’m with mad skills
Slick Rick to y’all. Strict lick the balls, but your crew’s fag