Self Pro-Claimed

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin’]
Stripes (Yeah) counted. Stronghold. Breez Evahflowin’. (Yeah! Yeah! Jeah! Jeah!)

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
In this song, I could run through a dozen lives
People who burn ‘cause they only concerned who they fucking tonight
Or they forfeit they urns to the numbers at night
And live foul ‘til they burn in the sun of the light
The hard time make me run on the mic
Scream on it with songs that seem honest, but I question my motive
Would I still be the same if this shit had exploded
Or would the wordplay be loaded with bigger, better, and bloated?
I’m a bad man born out of struggle and hustle
Still, I advance, juggling multiple struggles
My fame claimed and kept. Still, I aim to rep
Shameless steps and maintain the same respect
The game is death. To maintain the flame of breath
Some sell they soul, get fucked, and change they sex
One time, my aim met with the same success
[And tell them?] who attainted, [did became?] [?]

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
I’m more than a 12-inch, an album—I’m more than a sound
I’m more than your boys, your block, borough, more than your town
The boy been around like nobody, holding it down
It be the Breez Evahflowin’, king of the underground
I run it for real. I’ll beat niggas out of they deals
I’ll grab on the steel and eat ‘til I’m out of a meal
I’m out of control. I flow when it’s time to get down
It be the Breez Evahflow, king of the underground

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
And if you snooze, you know I’m not the shoulder to use
Been underground since them hip hop shows at The Muse
If I’m broke, then it’s ode to the dues. If I smoke
Then it’s over the blues. I’m overdue and still over you
Could give a fuck what Nas, Em, Nel, and Hov’ll do
I seen where it’s been, kid. I know what it’s going through
From 2G, MTV, now ‘0 and 2
Got CDs, DVDs, outflowing who?
Pride had ‘em walking in, then they rolling ‘em through
I was known to Detonate. Now I’m known to diffuse
Before that, my Rhythm Plus Sound how I first touched down
“Forsaken” was the track. PF Cuttin, where you at?
Five deadly venoms put me on the map, ransacked
The record rack so wack cats could never relax
It be the Brick Fist that’s holding you back, swallowing your block
You can’t budget, though you fucking give it all that you’ve got
Evahflowin’ infinite success, more or less
When 24 bars get etched in 20 minutes or less
Due to the potency and strength of the stress
I’ma address my last bars like them track stars with things on they chest
It’s not greed but, for seed and weed, it must add up
Fuck with my seed and weed, you getting bat up
Leaving with no fucking reason to pick a hat up
Find your face, run the line of [the basement?]

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
I’m more than a 12-inch, an album—I’m more than a sound
I’m more than your boys, your block, borough, more than your town
The boy been around like nobody, holding it down
It be the Breez Evahflowin’, king of the underground
I run it for real. I’ll beat niggas out of they deals
I’ll grab on the steel and eat ‘til I’m out of a meal
I’m out of control. I flow when it’s time to get down
It be the Breez Evahflow, king of the underground

[Outro: Breez Evahflowin’]
(It ain’t safe no more). Yeah. I ain’t gotta say no more (Wack MCs), but I’ma keep it going, though. (It ain’t safe no more). Let’s just stop right here. Breez Evahflowin’, Stronghold Number 4. Still in effect, still keep it raw. DJ Static, put down the law. Beats rugged, stay hardcore. Hip hop ‘til the heart is sore