No Man’s Land

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Drink the juice that don't freeze, don't provoke me
Get drunk and get cut off like the fro on Kobe
The Dave Letterman late night laughin' at new jacks and veterans
Dime bag peddlin' in clubs for gentlemen
Any fool think he do, Lord please send him in
And hand me a Dutch to kill the rush of adrenaline
Duh! Better luck trying to headbutt an elephant
No breath to spare, fucking with the air element
Spit amid hate to the greatest degree
Fittin' any rapper spittin' with more paper than me
And if any catch me slippin' it's gon' take an MC
I'm barely thinkin' there's three that gon' take it to me
The battle gon' take more than your cakes, your keys
Fakin' your freeze, forsaking all your greatest degrees
We can take it from the A's to the Z's
After engaging with Breez, niggas scared as shit of staging MC's
It's the ipso facto, enough with your whack flow
I shit on MC's like intolerant of lactose
Spit black holes, take a risk
I'm still fire 'til your paper fist take a hit
The vapor get into your brain, shut off your synapses
And vocabulary balance like a planetary axis
Throw those savage blows, damage foes
Beating Breez is like meeting three average hoes

[Chorus: Breez Evahflowin’]
No man's land, nothing less than the real advance
Where we at? No man's land, nothing less than the real advance

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
False prophets, fake gods, illegitimate kings
Make for the o's of death like that shit in The Ring
I be on that old get rid of the bling
Save the kids, somebody gotta save the shit
Many things dumb with the gun but just don't play with it
Damn why they ran after Jam Master Jay with it
Stupid ass negroes, heart at the lip make 'em soft at the ego
Stripes and stars putting the god through the evils
I'm screaming of a dreamer bringing movement to my people
They scheming on our means of transporation like devol
And it's like that, you know what happens when you ask for your bike back (What?)
Where the lights at?
So I like mine's 'til haters don't like crack
Final hour find the power to fight back
I write that living in Harlem
Nigga with problem thoughts givin' how I figured they solve 'em, contemplation conversation
Think with the force that can conquer nations
Frontline offense, I'm Walter Payton
It all comes around like revolving date ends
Doucheland goons in the boon, we cakin'
Oops! That was your bitch, now we takin'
Bust along schnecke, I'ma rock your nation
Strip clubbin' with Whiskey rocks and Jason

[Chorus: Breez Evahflowin’]
No man's land, nothing less than the real advance
Where we at? No man's land, nothing less than the real advance