Breeze ft. Mikal kHill & int eighty Lyrics

Cooking and the fires on, my minds blown

Scrape up against the grind stone, the times gone

The matter of fact, waving a skull and crossbones

Right beside a black flag, blow your spot with a cellphone

Oh no we make noise like Yoko

Throwing molotovs or maybe put you in a chokehold

Rhymes hit harder than the account was froze

So cold it's like my walk is filmed in slow-mo

A hundred networks and still running, connections are still tunneled

The transfers are still wired, the bills funneled

Understanding the misfires in all our lives

Too adverse to reality to call it pride

Access, unauthorized, I gray the line

Ultimatums with chances to stay inside

On a path of eternal endings and great divides

TroubleShooters originals you plagiarize

They can't hide, get flipped like a b-side

Claiming ride or die but i think you're playing both sides

La di da di… hearts racing up to the sky

Living long time to just let some shit slide

Point of pride… keep it realer than most

I'll be questioning your motives til I give up the ghost

Here's a toast… to the skeptics and outsiders

The ones pushing further bets on the outliers

The ones still out here cracking the code

But smart enough to know when they hear a dope flow

Overthrow, we stand vicious when toe to toe

In the moment, in transition, we know the road

Defined life by intermissions from show to show

My consciousness to the ether, I'm comatose

Ready, willing, able still delivering payloads

Amounted to the drowning from the lead on my ankles

Mortality, existence in one word, a casualty

Spinning round, pinning me down, feel the gravity

I'm running a slalom trying not to slap a tree

Folks that implied that they were fam were just dastardly

Some that didn't deserve it caught in a tragedy

Still a couple others sold us out for salary

But I can't hold a grudge, can't remember shit see

It's as clear as day, satellite TV

You might sail me down the river but I drink the sea

I can swim the current like a bassline on the beat.

Immersive, the wind that travels through the trees

Indicating presence by the motion of the leaves

Intensity of heat raise the temperature degrees

Alone in the moment, set the tone, you feel the breeze

We're ready for the late stage, end days, segue

The last time you hear TroubleShooters is your best day