No Man’s Land

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Drink the juice that don't freeze, don't provoke me Get drunk and get cut off like the fro on Kobe The Dave Letterman late night laughin' at new jacks and veterans Dime bag peddlin' in clubs for gentlemen Any fool think he do, Lord please send him in And hand me a Dutch to kill the rush of adrenaline Duh! Better luck trying to headbutt an elephant No breath to spare, fucking with the air element Spit amid hate to the greatest degree Fittin' any rapper spittin' with more paper than me And if any catch me slippin' it's gon' take an MC I'm barely thinkin' there's three that gon' take it to me The battle gon' take more than your cakes, your keys Fakin' your freeze, forsaking all your greatest degrees We can take it from the A's to the Z's After engaging with Breez, niggas scared as shit of staging MC's It's the ipso facto, enough with your whack flow I shit on MC's like intolerant of lactose Spit black holes, take a risk I'm still fire 'til your paper fist take a hit The vapor get into your brain, shut off your synapses And vocabulary balance like a planetary axis Throw those savage blows, damage foes Beating Breez is like meeting three average hoes [Chorus: Breez Evahflowin'] No man's land, nothing less than the real advance Where we at? No man's land, nothing less than the real advance [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] False prophets, fake gods, illegitimate kings Make for the o's of death like that shit in The Ring I be on that old get rid of the bling Save the kids, somebody gotta save the shit Many things dumb with the gun but just don't play with it Damn why they ran after Jam Master Jay with it Stupid ass negroes, heart at the lip make 'em soft at the ego Stripes and stars putting the god through the evils I'm screaming of a dreamer bringing movement to my people They scheming on our means of transporation like devol And it's like that, you know what happens when you ask for your bike back (What?) Where the lights at? So I like mine's 'til haters don't like crack Final hour find the power to fight back I write that living in Harlem Nigga with problem thoughts givin' how I figured they solve 'em, contemplation conversation Think with the force that can conquer nations Frontline offense, I'm Walter Payton It all comes around like revolving date ends Doucheland goons in the boon, we cakin' Oops! That was your bitch, now we takin' Bust along schnecke, I'ma rock your nation Strip clubbin' with Whiskey rocks and Jason [Chorus: Breez Evahflowin'] No man's land, nothing less than the real advance Where we at? No man's land, nothing less than the real advance