Hok2

[Intro: News Reporter]
Here outside the courtroom, the tension mounts. The wack MCs have just been let in. The stores have just been shut. And here they got that hotshot prosecutor. And he ‘bout to bring it to ‘em. (Order, order!)

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
I charge y’all with being wack. The punishment is death
Words from the breath of this MC chest
Mr. Fourth Quarter—kid amaze and stun
Vince Carter on the mic with a blazing dunk
Lump the funk that punk the pockets
Y’all surf the web, looking a blow-the-spot kid
Not a bit attribute I fear in a man
Get on some pop—smack you with a beer in my hand
Make you mad the day you discovered rap
I tell you, “Get a switch,” but your flossy eyes got enough of that
You need to relax in my opinion
Static use wax as ammunition
You and your minions can lick balls
Eat brown sticks and stones ‘til the bricks and the fist do fall
No matter what y’all bring, when I done it, run it
Don’t respect y’all rep, so I’mma son it
Hok2 (Spit!)

[Hook: Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches]
Hok2 spit!
Hok2 spit!
Hok2 spit!
Hok2

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
My concept is simply this: I’mma rip
The simplified truth is I balance my script
Type: ruthless. My proof is provided through wordplay
Hard like blotches of yard on jers-say, “Ho!”
Like “You don’t stop, you don’t quit”
Looking at me like I’m not truly legit
Met your moms and your mistress at the same mo’
Tell ‘em they played like saying, “Ice is gold”
Plaque upon my wall before I’m too damn old
English wisdom. Sit back and listen to this
Story of a man making a rhyme
May it penetrate your mind, regenerate divine
Better late to find yourself than never
Walk in the shoes of the too clever. You never
Know what they scheming mind dream to find
Me, I read the signs in between the lines when I

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’ and (Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches)]
We about to set it (Hok2 spit!)
All y’all got real. Get it (Hok2 spit!)
Detonator Records (Hok2 spit!)
Love Us, Hate Us Records (Hok2 spit!)

[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yo, yo, yo, I smoke like the wheels on a treadmill track
Yards of appeal on the field with Akrobatik
Feel it like an active chemical complex
Killing context with calm threats
Come get in line. I seen it when you open your mouth
You’ll be flying like Tina did over the couch
I’m the pound that’s over your ounce
Six-load in the couch. At my open house, clouds be floating out
I’m sorting out peeps who can get me the gain
From the uninformed, devolved simian brain
See, I’m a seesaw—give and get
So far from my goals—‘til I get there, I ain’t living yet
But still a vet in this rap biz. Gets better than practice
Detonate, put a dent in this wackness
Certified dope with definitive tactics
Caught so many MCs, I offended the Catholics
“Captive” how I describe an audience. Audio ambiance
Save the mad glance for the man in the ambulance
(Dance!). My mellow, I’m saying
This here’s a party. This jam ain’t playing
Trying to eat, cousin—Uncle Sam wasn’t paying
Rhyme in three dozen different lands from the playing
Now all that remains are these damn hunger pains
From Stronghold’s terrain. From the frame, I bring forth flames

[Bridge: Breez Evahflowin’]
Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit!

[Hook: Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches]
Hok2 spit!
Hok2 spit!
Hok2 spit!
Hok2 spit!

[Interlude (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin’]
Uh. Uh. DJ Static. Breez Evahflowin’, Detonator Records. 2001. Your time is done

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’ and (Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches)]
We about to set it (Spit!)
All y’all got real. Get it (Hok2 spit!)
Detonator Records (Spit!)
Love Us, Hate Us Records. Records (Hok2 spit!)