DJ Chillout - Super-Breez! lyrics

[Intro: Narrator and Skit] [Narrator] Detonator Records, in conjunction with Plan C Productions, presents to you another Breez Evahflowin' adventure [Skit] [Citizen] Hey, that guys in trouble! [Super-Breez] Looks like trouble [Citizen] Somebody's got to help him! [Super-Breez] Don't worry! I'll... save... you [Citizen] Look! Up in the sky! [Hostage] Help! [Verse 1: Super-Breez] A technological genius since the age of eight There wasn't much I couldn't make But we was piss poor kids, making swings out of gates Take trips to scrape bricks to build what momma could bake with To make this brief, my I.I.T Scholarship was sweet ‘til I hit the streets If defeat was a b**h, I'd have poked out her ovaries Bullsh** gig—bum n***as promoted over me It's over this? I pack the miniature tool kits Pentium j**el chips and disc of my music Facing cruel sh** in the heart of winter In the hat factory that was owned by that lotto winner See, I done went up the walls ‘til I developed the hand claw Flipped on some technical grip sh** Five thousand booming watts Now I'm building me a state of the art suit with rocket boots [Interlude: Super-Breez and Hostage] [Super-Breez] Time for extreme measures [Hostage] Help! [Verse 2: Super-Breez] Now I've got an exoskeleton My touch turns men into gelatin Ladies and gentlemen. Check it I erected this. Machine man mesh The fiends can't stress what the fiends can't test Up the ante, metal-mask vigilante Point-blank bust. I return like, "It can't be!" Yes, it can. Luke Cage meets Mega Man In mic-refined tessellated titanium shell I'm in the event of trouble My force shield bubble-burst Villains get dispersed to the ends of the earth Universe been defended since birth—my first mission Save a thirsted kitten with reverse burst hitting I bumped it out so hard, I k**ed the pigeon Tears raining, years training, casualties remaining In minimal amounts, standing on to mount Making criminals bounce from subliminal doubt I get paid! Raid to impound grade A Green for another type of green to trade And the people, I I say, “Fight to legalize” My partner peace pipe makes the least people die It's my enemy, the Evil Eye I said, "Die!" Call me Stuy like Bed Let fly the acid red dye Burnt and his head fry You dry, crunchy crab I'm about to get country as Stringing n***as up and using 'em for punching bags This ain't a game, fiend. This is multiple-concussion tag We stop to have discussion as custom is the type Of a hero and a villain at the peak of a fight He speaks of a pipe adjacent to the gas main in mom's basement His heart stop, start Detonation I said, "It's on!" Bit the end from the movie Spawn Then grabbed him by the palms, wrapped his arms around an atom bomb [Outro: Super-Breez] What?!? s** on that one there, motherf**er!!! The Adventures of Plan C (Help!) and Breez Evahflowin'!