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letra de refined (street) - breez evahflowin'

[intro: breez evahflowin’]
yeah. you know’m saying? breez evahflowin’. what run through a n-gga mind? yo, yo

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
i lead a lonely life—call it my ego. my sh-t is deep
the type to think the world wait for me to wake from my sleep
the type to think the rhyme waited for a break from my beat
i find shorties lacking ‘til my d-ck make ‘em complete
i found the spot where god keeps the rain drops and kicked the doors open
so it could pour, soak and overflow the ocean—that’s ill!
force man flee land, adapt k!lls
take flight through cats’ sk!lls on genetic reconstructed pterodactyls
rap peels back sp-ce and time for truth
sampled the big bang and hang it from a drum loop
then rock a joint called “creation.” my first verse
split the atom, burst, illuminate, and then create the earth
i wrote for what i was worth, then rested
but my sleep was too deep—the dark rhyme manifested
now my work remain infested ‘til the day i expire
and seek to purge two-thirds of my words of pure fire

[scratch hook]
“my mind remains refined—all kind of ideas” – eric b. & rakim’s “eric b is president”

[verse 2: breez evahflowin’]
(like grain) like grain crystal, refine and grind my brain tissue
i aim thought missile, talk, hit you, and i ain’t miss you
i rock a grill official, mash global style
my vocal wild—tracking my style with tranquilizer
the dark rider, spark right on jake back steps
‘til my death, ‘til there’s no rap left—this n-gga awesome
i pulled your card and ran to boston. seven books and i ain’t lost one
if you’re the one that cost one, it cost him
i toss him like the staff of aaron
and sent the plague on the staff of donna karan for endorsing the front
you only live life once—sacrifice bunch for t-tle bouts
clans done expand from a man in the south
i found my foundation. but what you facing?
ain’t nothing free about a mason [?] of satan
i ain’t debating truths in any regions
f-ck ephesians 4:14—i got fourteen defined reasons

[scratch hook]
“my mind remains refined—all kind of ideas” – eric b. & rakim’s “eric b is president”

[verse 3: breez evahflowin’]
i make decisions high, wondering “why did my religion die?”
cyanide ribbons in the sky made the pigeons fry
stargazer. laser beam dream sleep so deep
intense heat burnt my pillows and sheets
i meet my end on paper and seek truth like “who made the maker?”
carry my thoughts in the salt shaker
my man keith cook beef—i bring the seasoning, the symphonies
pimping these industry ent-ties with no penalties
my mentals be locked inside a fuse box
whose shock can light up two blocks when i be do rock
the way i bounce, squads call me doo-wop
gza hit at the twenty. but now, n-ggas down to two watts
f-ck a contract—sign a n-gga with the ooh-wop
talking ‘bout “you better do ‘cause there ain’t no ‘do not’”
what your crew got? some new hot sh-t? let me watch it
if you gaming, retaliate with rockets i be aiming at your whole ground
stronghold hold it down

[bridge: breez evahflowin’]
word is bond. b fm. lace your tracks—we up in this. yo, yo. my mind remains refined. all kind of idea. my man static on the cut. what’s the deal? stronghold

[scratch hook]
“my mind remains refined—all kind of ideas” – eric b. & rakim’s “eric b is president”

- breez evahflowin

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