I Heard It (Vocal)

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin’]
Real life for your eyes. Sound Plus Rhythm styles. Breez Evahflowin’. No doubt. What you heard?

[Hook: Sample from Breez Evahflowin’s "Forsaken" and (Sample from [?])] (x4)
(I heard it). The lips is sealed in the battlefield. (You don’t hear me)

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Ayyo, my man told me Stan walks the earth no more
He heard it from Charon and Moe on four four
Now Big Toe claim he want name on the tale
So Don told him this tale. Baby walking on bail
It begins like wind to sails
A man’s breath moves, death steps closer to the next from assumption
The average function
Follows the code of the barbeque
You don't bother me and I don't bother you
By the two turntables lives the fable himself
Brother stand death-cheating, eating good for his health
Was it an apparition? I focus past all the superstition
The mission: to find Toe, try to make him listen
Condition critical—cannot prevent the blowup
‘Cause Toe is toe-up and now Dale had to show up
Flossing. This situation happens often
New York, LA, or Boston always ends up in the coffin
Or stranded often ‘cause Dale's dime piece got nine weeks
To turn, but Toe got payback to earn
Busting loud, me and Stan rushing through the crowd
Somehow, street trial have an ill way of ending up
Enough time for Toe mind to clear
Dale's still alive. I'm standing here
Stan, my man you heard was dead
Been confirmed by Toe from a stray to the head
What’d you say?

[Hook: Sample from Breez Evahflowin’s "Forsaken" and (Sample from [?])] (x4)
(I heard it). The lips is sealed in the battlefield. (You don’t hear me)

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Yo, when you say what you said, analyze the fact
Now I heard you got snuffed for that yakkity yak
Being black plus broke lend folks to run jibs
Especially with these teenage kids
Who heard that the crew down the block got their work down pat?
I heard it from Will, caught the scoop from Nat
Who cats often neglect when they search for truth
Stories be lacking proof that get over on the youth
I heard he had them juveniles gassed for the taking
Parlaying on the papers they ain't making
How them Jamaican cats got ‘em shaking?
And shorties pulling chrome when they dome started baking
Taking the risks, running down the block with death in the fist
The gross miscalculation
Not only was it workplace but also homestation
The only thing them shorties got was lots of chrome-tasting
Running home, facing fear
With a mind scene of gondoleros upon the rear
Be careful with your peoples and your peers
So I hear it said and believe it’s true
The only way to stop the word is at you
My lips stay statue-stiff unless seen
My word to Yahweh my way. Nah’mean?

[Hook: Sample from Breez Evahflowin’s "Forsaken" and (Sample from [?])] (x4)
(I heard it). The lips is sealed in the battlefield. (You don’t hear me)