Yo, just imagine, you sit and witness the scene of a homicide
Your whole world's traumatized and mesmerized
You know what I'm sayin?
[ VERSE 1: Breeze ]
Just imagine, you sit and witness the scene of a homicide
Your whole world's traumatized, mesmerized
That's what it's like to grip the mic and try to flow on
Your sentences a run-on full of so-forths and so-ons
Who inspired you, who the hell hired you?
Whoever the swine need to find time to fire you
Cause you don't quite meet the standards of excellence
Claimin you a gigolo but ain't had sex since
How many times must I ask you
Show me an example on to make a sample sound hype
Check the levels, make sure the record's on
Show em the time of the crime (right, right)
A murder's in progress, put out an APB
The trigger is my best friend, so what I'm suggestin
You keep your distance, don't come close or push up
You'll be greeted by a bunch of heated niggas sayin (What's up)
Defeat you, beat you, seat you in the Greyhound
Cause love don't live here, hops, so just stay down
I'm not to be played because I take pride
And this is what it's like at the scene of a homicide
It's like a eerie feeling
Wait hold up, I think I see one now
[ VERSE 2: Breeze ]
Yo foolio, what you're doin on the mic stand?
You watched the hook but you forgot about my right hand
It's automatic even though it's done manual
Autographed by man man [Name] you know Samuel
If this don't faze you this makes me wonder
How good you are and where do you come-a from-a
It doesn't matter if Muff slays the drummer
The difference between you and the others is you're dumber
What's the matter with you? I 'bout had it with you
Now you're steppin on the mic startin static with who?
I don't agree with that riff-raff
You keep tryin to rhyme and the result is you spit bad
It's a sad scene that I have to fight ya
Cause you was shy an
