Verse 1: Breezly Brewin
(And Breezy Brewin like this yes)
I comes off ya like a
Faggot in the slammer, jammer
Nigga tryin'a say I ain't a bad [?]
Like Starks I sparks the mic
Sorta like a pyro
So sly, yo
I eat that booty like a gyro
In other words I eats the pussy cat
Fat is my lingo
I swing oh so lovely
So tell me what's above me
Rider, I be the don [?]
Of the Yankee boy chattin'
Money making like manhattan
Brothers pass the puck
Inside the rhythm I be stuck
I got it going on like I was
Fuckin' Lady Luck, check it
You gotta [?] back the track
And leave the microphone alone like crack
And yo it's like that
A rugged brother, word to em' other niggas sweat for girls
I'm sympathetic cuz I'm swift like your mans nut
I got the flavor that you'll savor, word is born
Everybody get a nibble of my scribble, come along