Damn Y’all...

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' ft. Roksteypood and DaCapo - "Damn Y'all..." [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin', Roksteypood, and DaCapo] [Producer(s): ADUM⁷ (AKA MeccaGodZilla)] [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] I'm like "Damn, y'all." Motherfuckers, they took the mask off They roll around with firepower like a taskforce We roll around with firepower, we get blast on Catch steel—ain't the first or the last one My wife worried 'bout me being the next one I'm worried 'bout me seeing the checks come Bills closing in on my immediate direction Can't escape detection, either pay or seek protection But why bother? I live in south Florida Two degrees warmer, I'll live underwater That all depends on if Kim Jong ignore us And all our allies, forgive our ignorance This a Moses moment. How you Moses Man? You can't even hold your staff But you can divide, evidently By the country you broke in half [Verse 2: Roksteypood] Divide And conquer. Bodies drawn out in contour lines Lie on our streets and sidewalks. Wonder why I taught Peace and harmony when all I get is an eyesore With violence, poverty, flags, and asinine wars, I just Loaded 9's—I'm more compelling when settling beef. Please, please Gentleman, one of the adversaries dead again It must have made men out of them. Terrorizing the world with their Regimen, acting completely negligent. In any Event, you know where all the bodies are sent: back to Where they're descended from, where lots of tears'll be spent And the love is irrelevant because the hate won't relent And the guilty would never repent. Men you'll resent As I walk through city blocks, I fear wristlocks. I twist lots of trees When uneased. We hits spots to lift frame clocks, and, still, it's The same, whether we find ourselves chained or not. It's not like Things change a lot, so we don't aim to stop [Verse 3: DaCapo] Rich man, poor man read the headlines Sprinkle alternative facts to form sides Occupy's cause no different from Black Lives Description of a foolish quest to form tribes One-Percent funded by taxes and [?] One-Percent pushing the cops to take lives One-Percent leaving the Ninety-Nine to die What One-Percent buys up [?] Criminology taught us disguise Geppetto's got a puppet so foul, he draws flies Word to J Dilla, this Devil is all lies To think, child-rear in this world with these prize I'll think long thoughts that ended with long sighs Heart still grateful negativity burns DaCap's growing ideas bigger than confines Beyond Trump years, these lyrics'll thread time