“Bree Emcee Production”

Word up, yup , yup

As above so below, poison collateral

Tame shots fanatical, optimize optical

Zoom burn 3rd, radical damage, rhyme

Harraser, phantoms living in minds drastic

Part creature, lust brain seizures, can’t

Let the system beat us, or read us

Underground shadows in basements

Boom bap keep minds elevated, Before

Rhymes Ever Existed, the thought of rhyming Realistic, no money , no business, just the way that life kept us lifted, state of

Mind our presence is falling, live by

Desire they reaching our wallets

And I just don’t know why, why, why? (x2)

Goodbye to knowledge, I rise over fallen

Caution dropping atomic bombings, the

Realist since the beginning, without

Bree Da Emcee, sounds imagination would

Be finished, Hip-hop has been invaded

Whacks hating, fire slashing Bree be heavy

Blazing on a daily basis, chrome mics

And basses, raising hands above faces

On all cases, just a regular guy like you and I, Living through hell just trying to survive

Spitting syllables, what the world has done

Is pitiful, just keep frame, know its in you

Cause its falling apart were all enslaved

No jam has this single gain, that I throw

When I boom, and I bap, and I do this, do that

And I BAM! YEAH!

Recognize, recognize, B-r-double-e, Recognize

I add notes when I pass flows, through loops

And mad forms, rhymes excel when controlled by eficient, tall spliffs lighted, puff, puff, admission

Ball point pens on desk, no rest, no other feeling as a copy or pretend, these words always be the product for your cess, open your chest, virus no protect, self confident when the whacks put to rest

Savage on the mic for me to intercept, and I bring the nuke when its time to make a mess, I bring to you,you, Bree Da Emcee ee, Golden Mics Revolutionary

“Thats how it is…word up…be real……just do you

Keep it right!