[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Detonator, yo. Lighting the fumes. Uh. Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold. Stronghold Number 4 representing, what? Like this, what? Pro-File, what? Detonator, what? DJ Static. Word up. What? Poppa D's lab. Huh? Sure you want to do this like this, right? Do it like this [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] I'll begin on some MVP sh**, biyaitch! n***as got the nerve when they nerd like Screech I vibrate the verb like turned-off beat Learned on streets, battle n***as burned off leaf Breez (What?) chill like turned-off heat Now they want what I earned off beats (Haha) Rhymes (Yeah). I know you don't care, shorty (What?) That's why I cop shares while you share 40s Static automatic on some young Berry Gordy Sun category, “To the Top,” be the story (What?) Y'all n***as bore me. Sound-alike crews corny My Stronghold rock n***as for me I rock ‘em for them, locking ‘em inside the graffiti shapes Smack ‘em in the face with they CD case (Ha!) Smash with the force of warhead (Ha!) And leave your shot eyelids stuck to the bone in your forehead [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] I Pro-File on some Stronghold sh** We gon' blow sh** ‘til we on your ship And sink your ship. Bring your sh** We can do whatever thing—Brick roll thick And raise that sh** like a forklift A folktale. My fame is underground folklore I spoke war. Simultaneously I tried to open up they eyes, but they still can't see [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] I see through the lies and rise ‘til my debt's affected And scrutinized like my n***a Deck Inspect sh** sh**'s “Hectic.” Still, the record got pressted Manager hollering ‘bout she need more press skits See, I've been tested in this game by flame Gain my fame from n***as tryna maim my brain And them same mens who wouldn't do business then Run up after battles with a grin As if you wanna see me win I'm the ground beneath the underdog feet The space in between where worm creep The place where the root lay deep The bed from where the undead creep The base of a creek that runs deep When one seeks oil, I draw ink and write
On the fossilized white of bones past the break Breez a gem—Detonator double the prize So damn underground that light hurts my eyes [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] I Pro-File on some Stronghold sh** We gon' blow sh** ‘til we on your ship And sink your ship. Bring your sh** We can do whatever thing—Brick roll thick And raise that sh** like a forklift A folktale. My fame is underground folklore I spoke war. Simultaneously I tried to open up they eyes, but they still can't see [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, you ain't creative. You're just a different kind of wack You ain't made it. You're just shining from a lack You ain't large. You're like a Buick to a Benz As fluid as a trend and you're doing it again? You've got no friend—they just bright groupies Hoping to catch a cameo in the next mic movie Now you might move me if you could find your f**ing heart You're blinded in the dark, trying to find the f**ing shots You ain't a smash hit. Y'all promotors for caskets A song n***as sing when n***as getting they a** kicked How could you be raw when you overexposed? You got it good? Good, n***a. Now get over the clothes Get on with the flows. Oh! I forgot you s** You ain't got soul—sold it for what got you bucks Now what's real is I got you stuck Remember Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold come to lock this up [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] (x2) I Pro-File on some Stronghold sh** We gon' blow sh** ‘til we on your ship And sink your ship. Bring your sh** We can do whatever thing—Brick roll thick And raise that sh** like a forklift A folktale. My fame is underground folklore I spoke war. Simultaneously I tried to open up they eyes, but they still can't see [Outro: Breez Evahflowin'] What? Pro-File. No doubt. Keep wiling on some Stronghold! Poppa D on the boards. Detonator, y'all. Pro-Filing. Breez Evahflowin'. Strongholding! What? Huh. Y'all better know Stronghold is in your area. Y'all better know Stronghold is in your area. Word. Pro-Filing. Keep wiling. NYC, baby. To the Bean Town and beyond