Super-Breez! (Street)

Breez Evahflowin’ - “Super-Breez!”
[Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin’]
[Producer(s): DJ Chillout]

[Intro: Skit]
Narrator: Detonator Records, in conjunction with Plan C Productions, presents to you another Breez Everflowin' adventure
Citizen: Hey, that guy’s in trouble!
Super-Breez: Looks like trouble
Citizen: Somebody's got to help him!
Super-Breez: Don't worry! I'll... save... you...
Citizen: Look! Up in the sky!
Hostage: Help!

[Verse 1: Super-Breez]
A technological genius since the age of eight
There wasn't much I couldn't make
But we was piss-poor kids, making swings out of gates
Take trips to scrape bricks to build what momma could bake with
To make this brief, my I.I.T
Scholarship was sweet ‘til I hit the streets
If defeat was a bitch, I'd have poked out her ovaries
Bullshit gig—bum niggas promoted over me
It’s over this? I pack the miniature tool kits
Pentium jewel chips and disc of my music
Facing cruel shit in the heart of winter
In the hat factory that was owned by that lotto winner
See, I done went up the walls ‘til I developed
A hand claw, flipped on some technical grip shit
Five thousand booming watts. Now I'm
Building me a state-of-the-art suit with rocket boots

[Interlude: Skit]
Super-Breez: Time for extreme measures
Hostage: Help!

[Verse 2: Super-Breez]
Now I've got
An exoskeleton. My touch turns men into
Gelatin. Ladies and gentlemen, check it
I erected this machine man mesh
The fiends can't stress what the fiends can't test
Up the ante. Metal-mask vigilante
Point-blank bust. I return like, "It can't be!"
Yes, it can. Luke Cage meets Mega Man
In mic-refined tessellated titanium shell
I'm in the event of trouble. My force shield bubble-burst
Villains get dispersed to the ends of the earth
Universe been defended since birth—my first mission
Save a thirst kitten with reverse burst hitting
I bumped it out so hard, I killed the pigeon. Tears raining
Years training, casualties remaining
In minimal amounts, standing on to mount
Making criminals bounce from subliminal doubt
I get paid, raid to impound grade-A
Green for another type of green to trade
In the people eye, I say, “Fight to legalize”
My partner peace pipe makes the least people die
It’s my enemy, the Evil Eye. I said
"Die!" Call me Stuy like Bed
Let fly the acid red dye. Burnt and his head fried
You dry, crunchy crab, I'm about to get country as
Stringing niggas up and using 'em for punching bags
This ain't a game, fiend. This is multiple-concussion tag
We stop to have discussion as custom is the type
Of a hero and a villain at the peak of a fight
He speaks of a pipe adjacent to the gas main in mom’s
Basement. His heart stops, start Detonation
I said, "It's on,” bit the end from the movie Spawn
Then grabbed him by the palms, wrapped his arms around an atom bomb

[Outro: Super-Breez]
What?!? Suck on that one there, motherfucker!!! The Adventures of Plan C (Help!) and Breez Evahflowin'!