[Intro: News Reporter]
Here outside the courtroom, we see that tensions haven't really eased that much in the Breez Evahflowin’ against Hip Hop trial. We hear he's brought in three star witnesses: Swave Sevah, Big Zoo, and Immortal Technique. As for what may develop today, no one knows. But we hear that the prosecutor is trying to bring the case to a close. Let's see what's going on inside
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
Yo, yo, when I be stressed, get irie blessed
Become a ten-headed dragon with fiery breath
Strip the flesh off your wiry chest
And play the game to the death ‘til the high recess
And even sober, it's over my man and
You ain't killing no one like Cobra's cannons
No understanding of divine divinity
The ministry, the rhyme refined for the trinity
Of Zoo, Sevah, and Immortal Technique
So advanced, live on the borders of next week
Talking 'bout you doubt I'ma win on this next piece?
Don't come/cum out your mouth like the chin on my ex freak
Rick slam a flow so sick in your headpiece
Get fans to sell little sisters to get seats
Black Static, this ain't even his best beat
Wait ‘til this shit become a full time job
Leave y'all rap niggas broke, talking 'bout "times hard"
Blind and scarred from collides with my squad
Bloody like foot of Bruce in Die Hard
Real life for your eyes, you’re finding, “My God
Why hast thou forsaken?”
I've been no short, taking since Biz made “Making
Music with Your Mouth.” Love is a house
I kick y'all out. Get the fuck out
This hip hop, nigga
Here outside the courtroom, we see that tensions haven't really eased that much in the Breez Evahflowin’ against Hip Hop trial. We hear he's brought in three star witnesses: Swave Sevah, Big Zoo, and Immortal Technique. As for what may develop today, no one knows. But we hear that the prosecutor is trying to bring the case to a close. Let's see what's going on inside
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
Yo, yo, when I be stressed, get irie blessed
Become a ten-headed dragon with fiery breath
Strip the flesh off your wiry chest
And play the game to the death ‘til the high recess
And even sober, it's over my man and
You ain't killing no one like Cobra's cannons
No understanding of divine divinity
The ministry, the rhyme refined for the trinity
Of Zoo, Sevah, and Immortal Technique
So advanced, live on the borders of next week
Talking 'bout you doubt I'ma win on this next piece?
Don't come/cum out your mouth like the chin on my ex freak
Rick slam a flow so sick in your headpiece
Get fans to sell little sisters to get seats
Black Static, this ain't even his best beat
Wait ‘til this shit become a full time job
Leave y'all rap niggas broke, talking 'bout "times hard"
Blind and scarred from collides with my squad
Bloody like foot of Bruce in Die Hard
Real life for your eyes, you’re finding, “My God
Why hast thou forsaken?”
I've been no short, taking since Biz made “Making
Music with Your Mouth.” Love is a house
I kick y'all out. Get the fuck out
This hip hop, nigga
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