Breezy - The Weather's Still Breezy (Lyrics In The Description) - Video
PUBLISHED:  Jun 16, 2011
DESCRIPTION:
You've never met a guy,
Who's as Breezy as me,
Sendin chills down your spine,
By just droppin a beat,
Its called bein true to yourself,
And the beat of your heart,
And the beat of the beat,
As it beats through,
Every fibre of your body,
Through your legs,
Down to your feet,
can you feel what I'm sayin,
I ain't playin around,
Imma scream on this beat,
until my knees hit the ground,
But even when they do,
Your only hear the sound,
Of my voice as the rain,
Comes crashin down,
Can ya feel it on your face,
Can you feel it as the beat,
Starts to pace, and the heat,
From the microphone,
melts your speakers,
And your prayin, leave this mic alone,
My ears are goin red,
All you tweeters,
And all you facebook preachers,
Can't leave me alone,
I'm in my own zone,
In the ozone layer,
Finally the lord can hear my prayer,
Cause I'm way up here,
Call me hansel and grettel,
Cause I've paved the way,
Breadcrumbs to the sky,
As I'm here to stay,
I ain't a follower but,
I'm parallel to loso's way,
replacin animosity with curiosity,
I'll Leave you hatin with furiosity,
I'm just like darth vader,
I can feel your presence,
But then I turn grinch,
And I will steal your presence,
Whatever you put out,
You know I'm gonna top it,
Cause I ain't just a rapper,
I'm a lyrical prophet,
I'm at the top of the pedestal,
And I ain't gettin off it,
So just leave this game,
And get back to school,
I don't wanna be the one,
To make you look like a fool,
That ain't my place,
And this ain't your scene,
Cause I'm like a mean,
Green, fighting machine,
I will tear you down the seem,
And I'll rip out your spleen,
I don't do this for fun,
Cause I'm a blood hungry fiend,
Lyrically of course cause,
I ain't one for violence,
But my lyrics are like a bullet,
Which'll leave you in silence,
Fuck 2012,
the top spot is my bid
I was never conceived,
I'm just a test tube Hybrid,
It was the Rapid evolution,
Of an unborn irritant,
And with that in my blood,
I was born to be different,
This musics real to me,
Cause when it comes down,
I ain't like john terry,
I don't fuck around,
I spit lethal rhymes,
With my lethal mind,
And there's nothin you can do,
Your gonna be left behind,
I'm sunnin you clowns,
Gotta be cruel to be kind,
Cause if you think this is bad,
Then just wait till I'm signed,
I'd leave my own race,
To be with people like me,
Leave em blue in the face,
Like my name was jake sully,
This is my land,
Nah I aint bein funny,
I aint only in this game,
For the money,
My lyrics are so hard,
That you'll miss em if you blink,
And my minds so big,
That I think I need a shrink,
Like mr west and mos def
Imma give you two words,
If you don't like what I write,
Then you fight?
You might not like
what I write, And you right,
Cause what I write ,
Aint faithful, its truely sinful,
Cause the info I use,
Aint to be abused,
It'll leave you feelin used
and abused, Like a prostitute,
Who's just been raped,
And taped up,
In the back of my ride,
With a crack in the side,
Of her ribs and that's no dig,
To jack the ripper,
Like fabio capello,
Imma sack the skipper
I bring heat to the cards,
Call it smokin aces,
I don't get tied up
so I leave my laces,
I sent a message to the world,
I'd say I'm just like B.T,
Look into the sky,
Cause I'm high like E.T,
You can look all you want,
But you can't see me,
And at the end of the night,
You know the weather's still Breezy
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