Balance the Sac

Lyrics

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. Yo. I love my brothers (I love my bitch's mom), so I'ma sing for you, nigga [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] Coming out your mouth as if you really want more Like I really ever gave a fuck about yours [Interlude 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. Beyond got that ice water. (Ice water. Beyond. What up?). Word. Let me make this shit clear right here. (Who are you?). Ayyo [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] First, let me introduce myself. First name: Breez. Last: Evahflowin' Never knowing how I'm coming, cousin From a dozen layers deep in the earth where speech is diverse, air Reeks of a verse thought. My verse caught fire Put it to the stem and then I got higher It's like a high-wire act—balance the facts Y'all could front. Nigga, balance the sacs [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] Coming out your mouth as if you really want more Like I really ever gave a fuck about yours [Interlude 2 (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin'] Beyond. Yeah. And you don't stop. Make me. It going on—we rock it like [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Lyrical king, bling bling mic in a throne Megathirst for the mic when it's on and blow stage Megahurts when igniting these songs. Y'all know the name Evah first and your titles is gone—got any more? Who gotta get yours? If you got it, hide it When I'm spotted, writers get angry like, "How this nigga got invited?" And he underground, a battle rapper? Nah, bitch, I'm real and a lot of y'all are actors Suspect (True). Most of y'all couldn't kill a drink I'll kill your dreams. Once again, God hurts the Philistines I rain down thunder, fireballs, and guillotines Stretch out your ranks like Billy Blanks The shit that peel at your Achilles' Heel 'til there's no meat Beyond know the difference in a good and a dope beat Hold beef, thinking that it's probably over Is like Mike Jackson tongue-kissing Tommy Mottola In so deep. Do dirt, never been found out Rat niggas get they Stewart-Little ass stomped out Broken up like bud, smoking, [sense heat?] That got niggas screaming, "Jeah!" like MC Eiht The same time, be the nigga that them MCs hate With the motherfucking ego that them can't deflate Tease fate like ticklish bitch. Yeah I lick on the clit 'long as your head's on the tip of my dick [?] like [I'm licorice, dig this?] Nigga is sick with obscene problems A nice guy with a dark side like the Green Goblin Bombs at your team, lobbing 'til your team wobbling King wile-amatic, verbals from the cabbage Can slice you into slivers like that shit that make a sandwich Feeding to see more—I'm famished Appetite for destruction—won't stop 'til I finish the planet Nigga, go ahead with your reckless, recluse And breed what's produced in test tubes—you're nothing Bring you the head. I take advantage of your bad balance Your talent shakes without the stand and the peg I stay on top, nigga. It's like I stand on your head You took my sac like you think it's a hat I'm the well-known fact, spreading this truth across the map And, fuck around, I'ma cross the gap Like the one in my teeth, so save beef and worry 'bout the cost of getting lapped Come on the floor with that sideline commentating Or I'ma stay dominating. Get your weight up I mean, you aight, but, fuck with me, you getting ate up Pause. Stretched out and laid up paws Straight up pause. I got this rap shit down like I made up gauze You got it down like you made up bras Pardon, pa. I'm straight verbally starved [Interlude 3: Breez Evahflowin'] (What? The fuck?). Feed that shit, nigga. (Ha). Yeah. Uh huh. Yo. (As if). Let's make this clear right here. For real. (Don't even get into this no more). Ayyo. (I'm saying) [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] Allow me reintroduce myself. First name: Breez. Last: Evahflowin' Never knowing how I'm coming, cousin From a dozen layers deep in the earth where speech is diverse, air Reeks of a verse thought. My verse caught fire Put it on the stem and then I got higher It's like a high-wire act—balance the facts If you front, then you could balance these motherfucking sacs [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] Coming out your mouth as if you really want more Like I really ever gave a fuck about yours [Outro (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin'] Word. Fuck that. Run it. Shit. Word