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The track opens with a stark, almost nihilistic assertion: "Fuck a seasoning." This immediately sets a tone of raw, unfiltered experience, rejecting any attempt to soften or sweeten reality. The narrative plunges into a transactional encounter in a club, where desire and immediate gratification lead to a situation that quickly sours. The narrator's initial indulgence devolves into a feeling of being "set up," culminating in a demand for payment and a sharp pivot to financial security as the ultimate goal: "Stronghold the cash—fuck the ass in the long run." This sequence highlights a cynical view of relationships and pleasure, reducing them to economic exchanges with inherent risks. The core tension of the lyrics lies in the contrast between fleeting, often exploitative, sexual encounters and the harsh realities of consequence and self-preservation. The hook, "Like birds in rain, it's hard to maintain / Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat," powerfully encapsulates this struggle. It suggests a constant battle against overwhelming odds, where stability is elusive. The phrase "What remains is a grain of salt" implies that after all the drama and indulgence, only a small, perhaps bitter, lesson or a cynical perspective is left. Verse two introduces a broader societal commentary, questioning blame and accountability when things inevitably go wrong. The narrator reflects on past arguments, like those about Biggie and Pac, contrasting them with the current, more complex, and potentially dangerous situations. The lyrics suggest a world where trust erodes, alliances shift, and external forces ("foul peeping your style," "ill institution") can lead to devastating personal loss, as seen in the tragic image of "wifey popped, her spleen burst." This verse expands the scope from personal exploitation to systemic issues and the profound, life-altering repercussions of flawed decisions and environments. Ultimately, "Grain (Street)" functions as a stark, unflinching portrayal of a world where pleasure is transactional, trust is scarce, and survival demands a hardened, pragmatic outlook. The lyrics use blunt, visceral language to depict encounters that are both sexually charged and deeply unsettling, underscoring the precariousness of relationships and the painful lessons learned. The recurring "grain of salt" motif serves as a potent reminder of the cynicism and caution that emerge from navigating such a landscape, where every gain comes with a significant risk.

Breez Evahflowin’ - Rap

Grain (Street)

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Breez Evahflowin' - "Grain" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin'] [Producer(s): DJ Static] [Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Breez Evahflowin'. Stronghold. Detonator, yo. Grain of salt [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Fuck a seasoning. Shorty's size aren't slim Showing 'em some shit in the club, grabbed on the dick with love This be the bugged-out aspect: my boy get Worldwide burn off them balls of baskets A glass get full off of Henny and casking Drunk off desire—no pretending to mask it Ask and shall receive. Shall the deep proceed? Got on that speech. They 'bout to get musky Limo ride, back of the dress split like the Dutch be Long-ass finger, nigga, feeling where the guts be Shorty did her thing like, "Yo, you 'bout to bust." See This is where it ended abruptly. Nut where The double-D cup be. Shorty hollering "Don't touch me." Bow-legged, butt-naked, and busty He chilled for a minute, then it start to fuck his head up Feeling like the sucker from a setup. Suck her 'til He let up the baby juice—shorty was crazy loose But now she like, "Pay me." Shit. I was born in '86 I say to this, in possession of strong funds Stronghold the cash—fuck the ass in the long run My song done. Same shit next vict' On the "Sex Shooter" tip like Apollonian 6 Now what belong in your dick don't belong in no chick Who bite gleam off the gold in your wrist. Not worth The risk [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] (x2) Like birds in rain, it's hard to maintain Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat Revolt when the shit was all your fault What remains is a grain of salt [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Now, now, now, now Now when shit go down, who you gon' blame? Thinking long range, probably hit you with the wrong name This song came up in the box. You start thinking 'bout The time when you argued 'bout Biggie and Pac And not this. One time, organized and spotless Run a club topless where cops get profits Some pockets never seem to end, though. And like The song, you'll be here tomorrow with friend to foe (State your biz) At the forefront, when it come, demand control Like your right hand, always been dependable. But then The whole shit changed. Niggas short in The midrange, your right hand with the big chain (Word?) Now what do this mean here? (Huh?) Either he dare or got a spare career. Now Here's the "where" and "how." This type of shit's Not allowed. Too many foul peeping your style. The word "Creep" even creep in the isle where reptiles seek Retribution from the ill institution Revolution. Now who's on your team? Losing—everybody's square with your team It appears that your fear was a dream. Now here's where The seam burst: wifey popped, her spleen burst She screamed words obscene from the hurts and pain Out last breath remained, she recursed his name [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] (x2) Like birds in rain, it's hard to maintain Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat Revolt when the shit was all your fault What remains is a grain of salt [Outro: Breez Evahflowin'] Tossed over your shoulder. My God, he did it. Tossed over your shoulder. Word. My God, he did it. Yeah. Still building on 'em, you know what I'm saying? 'Til beyond that. Stronghold that. Detonate that. Breez Evahflow this, yeah

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Grain (Street)

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