Breez Evahflowin’ - “Super-Breez!”

[Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin’]

[Producer(s): DJ Chillout]

[Intro: Skit]

Narrator: Detonator Records, in conjunction with Plan C Productions, presents to you another Breez Everflowin' adventure

Citizen: Hey, that guy’s in trouble!

Super-Breez: Looks like trouble

Citizen: Somebody's got to help him!

Super-Breez: Don't worry! I'll... save... you...

Citizen: Look! Up in the sky!

Hostage: Help!

[Verse 1: Super-Breez]

A technological genius since the age of eight

There wasn't much I couldn't make

But we was piss-poor kids, making swings out of gates

Take trips to scrape bricks to build what momma could bake with

To make this brief, my I.I.T

Scholarship was sweet ‘til I hit the streets

If defeat was a bitch, I'd have poked out her ovaries

Bullshit gig—bum niggas promoted over me

It’s over this? I pack the miniature tool kits

Pentium jewel chips and disc of my music

Facing cruel shit in the heart of winter

In the hat factory that was owned by that lotto winner

See, I done went up the walls ‘til I developed

A hand claw, flipped on some technical grip shit

Five thousand booming watts. Now I'm

Building me a state-of-the-art suit with rocket boots

[Interlude: Skit]

Super-Breez: Time for extreme measures

Hostage: Help!

[Verse 2: Super-Breez]

Now I've got

An exoskeleton. My touch turns men into

Gelatin. Ladies and gentlemen, check it

I erected this machine man mesh

The fiends can't stress what the fiends can't test

Up the ante. Metal-mask vigilante

Point-blank bust. I return like, "It can't be!"

Yes, it can. Luke Cage meets Mega Man

In mic-refined tessellated titanium shell

I'm in the event of trouble. My force shield bubble-burst

Villains get dispersed to the ends of the earth

Universe been defended since birth—my first mission

Save a thirst kitten with reverse burst hitting

I bumped it out so hard, I killed the pigeon. Tears raining

Years training, casualties remaining

In minimal amounts, standing on to mount

Making criminals bounce from subliminal doubt

I get paid, raid to impound grade-A

Green for another type of green to trade

In the people eye, I say, “Fight to legalize”

My partner peace pipe makes the least people die

It’s my enemy, the Evil Eye. I said

"Die!" Call me Stuy like Bed

Let fly the acid red dye. Burnt and his head fried

You dry, crunchy crab, I'm about to get country as

Stringing niggas up and using 'em for punching bags

This ain't a game, fiend. This is multiple-concussion tag

We stop to have discussion as custom is the type

Of a hero and a villain at the peak of a fight

He speaks of a pipe adjacent to the gas main in mom’s

Basement. His heart stops, start Detonation

I said, "It's on,” bit the end from the movie Spawn

Then grabbed him by the palms, wrapped his arms around an atom bomb

[Outro: Super-Breez]

What?!? Suck on that one there, motherfucker!!! The Adventures of Plan C (Help!) and Breez Evahflowin'!