Detonator Records - Hok2 lyrics

[Intro: News Reporter] Here outside the courtroom, the tension mounts. The wack MCs have just been let in. The stores have just been shut. And here they got that hotshot prosecutor. And he ‘bout to bring it to ‘em. (Order, order!) [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] I charge y'all with being wack. The punishment is d**h Words from the breath of this MC chest Mr. Fourth Quarter—kid amaze and stun Vince Carter on the mic with a blazing dunk Lump the funk that punk the pockets Y'all surf the web, looking a blow-the-spot kid Not a bit attribute I fear in a man Get on some pop—smack you with a beer in my hand Make you mad the day you discovered rap I tell you, “Get a switch,” but your flossy eyes got enough of that You need to relax in my opinion Static use wax as ammunition You and your minions can lick balls Eat brown sticks and stones ‘til the bricks and the fist do fall No matter what y'all bring, when I done it, run it Don't respect y'all rep, so I'mma son it Hok2 (Spit!) [Hook: Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches] Hok2 spit! Hok2 spit! Hok2 spit! Hok2 [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] My concept is simply this: I'mma rip The simplified truth is I balance my script Type: ruthless. My proof is provided through wordplay Hard like blotches of yard on jers-say, “Ho!” Like “You don't stop, you don't quit” Looking at me like I'm not truly legit Met your moms and your mistress at the same mo' Tell ‘em they played like saying, “Ice is gold” Plaque upon my wall before I'm too damn old English wisdom. Sit back and listen to this Story of a man making a rhyme May it penetrate your mind, regenerate divine Better late to find yourself than never Walk in the shoes of the too clever. You never Know what they scheming mind dream to find Me, I read the signs in between the lines when I [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and (Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches)] We about to set it (Hok2 spit!) All y'all got real. Get it (Hok2 spit!) Detonator Records (Hok2 spit!) Love Us, Hate Us Records (Hok2 spit!) [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, yo, yo, I smoke like the wheels on a treadmill track Yards of appeal on the field with Akrobatik Feel it like an active chemical complex k**ing context with calm threats Come get in line. I seen it when you open your mouth You'll be flying like Tina did over the couch I'm the pound that's over your ounce Six-load in the couch. At my open house, clouds be floating out I'm sorting out peeps who can get me the gain From the uninformed, devolved simian brain See, I'm a seesaw—give and get So far from my goals—‘til I get there, I ain't living yet But still a vet in this rap biz. Gets better than practice Detonate, put a dent in this wackness Certified dope with definitive tactics Caught so many MCs, I offended the Catholics “Captive” how I describe an audience. Audio ambiance Save the mad glance for the man in the ambulance (Dance!). My mellow, I'm saying This here's a party. This jam ain't playing Trying to eat, cousin—Uncle Sam wasn't paying Rhyme in three dozen different lands from the playing Now all that remains are these damn hunger pains From Stronghold's terrain. From the frame, I bring forth flames [Bridge: Breez Evahflowin'] Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit! [Hook: Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches] Hok2 spit! Hok2 spit! Hok2 spit! Hok2 spit! [Interlude (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin'] Uh. Uh. DJ Static. Breez Evahflowin', Detonator Records. 2001. Your time is done [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and (Sample from [?] with DJ Static Scratches)] We about to set it (Spit!) All y'all got real. Get it (Hok2 spit!) Detonator Records (Spit!) Love Us, Hate Us Records. Records (Hok2 spit!)