Breeze

Breeze - Scene Of The Homicide lyrics

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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 and all that, now first I liked ya

Don't expect no affection, just look for protection

From punches comin in every direction

How do you find the time to even talk on?

This ain't trials, ain't acceptin no walk-ons

So while the pedal is pushed, just enjoy the ride

As we venture to the scene of a homicide



[VERSE 3: Breeze]

It's too short to count on life support

You either get caught out there or come up short

I thought I couldn't hold it or somethin, what's that you mumbled?

Now I'ma hand you the mic - fumble

You're lookin silly, sort of like a clown, if

I'm s'posed to be scared of somebody that you're down with

I'm not indimated easy, don't sleep on

You couldn't scare me with a mask and a sheet on

It's like you're on the street corner on the avenue

And hangin from the lights is the noose used to hang you

Forget what you say cause I don't wanna hear your side

It'll be you who's the victim at the scene of the homicide



Homicide

you know

like murder in the first degree

Yeah

When you're stiff just layin there with a yellow sheet over it

and you wait on a brown van to come

so a coroner can get out and pronounce you dead

at the scene of a homicide
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