Damn Y’all...
Breez Evahflowin' ft. Roksteypood and DaCapo - “Damn Y'all...”
[Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin’, Roksteypood, and DaCapo]
[Producer(s): ADUM⁷ (AKA MeccaGodZilla)]
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
I’m like
“Damn, y’all.” Motherfuckers, they took the mask off
They roll around with firepower like a taskforce
We roll around with firepower, we get blast on
Catch steel—ain’t the first or the last one
My wife worried ‘bout me being the next one
I’m worried ‘bout me seeing the checks come
Bills closing in on my immediate direction
Can’t escape detection, either pay or seek protection
But why bother? I live in south Florida
Two degrees warmer, I’ll live underwater
That all depends on if Kim Jong ignore us
And all our allies, forgive our ignorance
This a Moses moment. How you Moses
Man? You can’t even hold your staff
But you can divide, evidently
By the country you broke in half
[Verse 2: Roksteypood]
Divide
And conquer. Bodies drawn out in contour lines
Lie on our streets and sidewalks. Wonder why I taught
Peace and harmony when all I get is an eyesore
With violence, poverty, flags, and asinine wars, I just
Loaded 9’s—I’m more compelling when settling beef. Please, please
Gentleman, one of the adversaries dead again
It must have made men out of them. Terrorizing the world with their
Regimen, acting completely negligent. In any
Event, you know where all the bodies are sent: back to
Where they’re descended from, where lots of tears’ll be spent
And the love is irrelevant because the hate won’t relent
And the guilty would never repent. Men you’ll resent
As I walk through city blocks, I fear wristlocks. I twist lots of trees
When uneased. We hits spots to lift frame clocks, and, still, it’s
The same, whether we find ourselves chained or not. It’s not like
Things change a lot, so we don’t aim to stop
[Verse 3: DaCapo]
Rich man, poor man read the headlines
Sprinkle alternative facts to form sides
Occupy’s cause no different from Black Lives
Description of a foolish quest to form tribes
One-Percent funded by taxes and [?]
One-Percent pushing the cops to take lives
One-Percent leaving the Ninety-Nine to die
What One-Percent buys up [?]
Criminology taught us disguise
Geppetto’s got a puppet so foul, he draws flies
Word to J Dilla, this Devil is all lies
To think, child-rear in this world with these prize
I’ll think long thoughts that ended with long sighs
Heart still grateful negativity burns
DaCap’s growing ideas bigger than confines
Beyond Trump years, these lyrics’ll thread time
