One Mo Round

Breez Evahflowin' - “One Mo Round”
[Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin']
[Producer(s): 5th Seal (AKA Daneja)]

[Intro (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin']
Yeah. Come on. Yo

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin']
One more round of applause
Swooping for one more round of applause
One more round of applause
Speaking for one more round of applause
One more round of applause
Steez for one more round of applause
One more round of applause
Peace

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
By the
Light of a candle, I’ll write it like a vandal
Excited by the style and they bite it by the handful
Mellow like the tone up in the sample, for example
(This) This is it, y’all (It, y’all)
Call off the search, alert the authorities
At times, it’s in front of your eyes but still hard to see
Harder than it ought to be to find. Bring it down the line
I’ll swing around the pine for the Homer like the Odyssey
The next chapter in how to beat the majority
Of ex-rappers who now compete with the [?]
We keep the sweet to the honeybees
And keep discreet ‘til we’re done with these
Develop mental weaponry, high gadgetry
Gizmos to get up and go, defy gravity
Show. So regal that his majesty show, releasing
Sound from the crown where insanity grown

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin']
(We keep it)
(Moving for) one more round of applause (We keep)
(Grooving for) one more round of applause (We keep)
(Reaching for) one more round of applause (I keep)
Speaking for one more round of applause (He makes)
(Beats for) one more round of applause (Daneja is a)
(Beast, y’all). One more round of applause (Breez here loves to)
(Speak, y’all). One more round of applause (And be here on some)
(Peace y’all). Peace. One more round of applause (Peace, y’all)

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin']
Eu sou
Da Silva. The skills is pesado
Você vem forte, mas vai quebrado
Falo from Rio a São Paulo
Nothing’s sweet like Guaraná in the bottle
Me desculpa, eu não falo muito bem
Eu nasceu aqui no país que matou a Luther King
The truth came to the music game
Who speak a second language? Prepare to get to use the thing
I do the thing. I could do the “Hi, how
You doing?” 'til I’m fluent 'nough to do it on some "Como vai?"
Arruma uma espaço
My flows is no peace/piece—dame un pedaso
Do New York, do Brazil, do all tracks
I find, get fried como um pastel
For the rhyme, for the people, for the voice I’ll build
Pra minha mãe falecida que já foi pra céu