Pro-Files (Clean)

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' - "Pro-Files" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin'] [Producer(s): DJ Static] [Scratches: DJ Static] [Sample (Melody): Ramsey Lewis - "Sun Goddess"] [Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] (Detonator, yo. Lighting the fumes). Uh. Breez Evahflowin' (Stronghold). Stronghold Number 4 representing, what? Like this, what? Pro-File, what? Detonator, what? DJ Static. Word up. (What? Papa D!'s lab. Huh?). Sure you want to do this like this, right? (Do it like this) [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] I'll begin on some MVP shit, biyaitch! Niggas got the nerve when they nerd like Screech I'll vibrate the verb like turned-off beat Learned on streets, battle niggas burned off leaf Breez (What?) chill like turned-off heat Now they want what I earned off beats (Haha) Rhymes (Yeah). I know you don't care, shorty (What?) That's why I cop shares while you share 40s Static automatic on some young Berry Gordy Sun category, "To the Top," be the story (What?) Y'all niggas bore me. Sound-alike crews corny My Stronghold rock niggas for me. I rock 'em For them, locking 'em inside of graffiti shapes Smack 'em in the face with their CD case (Ha!) Smash with the force of warhead (Ha!) and leave your Shot outlets stuck to the bone in your forehead [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' with Scratches by DJ Static] I'll Pro-File on some Stronghold shit We gon' blow shit 'til we on your shit And sink your shit. Bring your shit We could do whatever thing—Brick roll thick And raise that shit like a forklift A folktale. My fame is underground folklore I spoke war. Simultaneously I tried to open up their eyes, but they still can't see [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, I'll see through The lies and rise 'til my depth's affected And scrutinize like my nigga Deck Inspect shit Shit's "Hectic." Still, the record got pressted Manager hollering 'bout she need more press skits See, I've been tested in this game by flame Gained my fame from niggas trying to maim my brain And them same mens who wouldn't do business then Run up after battles with a grin—as if you want to see Me win. I'm the ground beneath the underdog feet The space in between where worm creep, the place where The root lay deep, the bed from where the undead Creep, the base of a creek that runs deep When one seeks oil, I'll draw ink and write On the fossilized white of bones past the brink Breez a gem, Detonator double the prize So damn underground that light hurts my eyes [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' with Scratches by DJ Static] I'll Pro-File on some Stronghold shit We gon' blow shit 'til we on your shit And sink your shit. Bring your shit We could do whatever thing—Brick roll thick And raise that shit like a forklift A folktale. My fame is underground folklore I spoke war. Simultaneously I tried to open up their eyes, but they still can't see [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, you ain't creative. You're just a different kind of wack You ain't made it. You're just shining from a lack You ain't large. You're like a Buick to a Benz As fluid as a trend and you're doing it again? You've got no friends. They're just bright groupies Hoping to catch a cameo in the next mic movie. Now You might move me if you could find your fucking heart You're blinded in the dark, trying to find the fucking charts You ain't a smash hit. Y'all promotors for caskets A song niggas sing when niggas getting their ass kicked How could you be raw when you're overexposed? You got it good? Good, nigga. Now get over the clothes Get on with the flows. Oh! I forgot you suck You ain't got soul—sold it for what got you bucks Now what's real is I got you stuck. Remember Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold come to lock this up [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' with Scratches by DJ Static] (x2) I'll Pro-File on some Stronghold shit We gon' blow shit 'til we on your shit And sink your shit. Bring your shit We could do whatever thing—Brick roll thick And raise that shit like a forklift A folktale. My fame is underground folklore I spoke war. Simultaneously I tried to open up their eyes, but they still can't see [Outro: Breez Evahflowin'] (What? Pro-Filing). No doubt. (Keep wiling on some Stronghold!). Papa D! on the boards (What?). Detonator, y'all. (Pro-Filing). Breez Evahflowin'. Strongholding! (What? Huh). Y'all better know Stronghold is in your area. Y'all better know Stronghold is in your area. Word. (Pro-Filing. Keep wiling). NYC, baby. To the Bean Town and beyond