Breez Evahflowin' ft. Akrobatik and L.I.F.E. Long - “Saki”

[Emcee(s): Akrobatik, L.I.F.E. Long, and Breez Evahflowin’]

[Producer(s): DJ Static]

[Intro: Akrobatik]

They came from nowhere. They were emcees. They was DJs. They was graff writers. They was hip hop

[Verse 1: Akrobatik]

Yo, whether it’s

Production, mic ripping, rocking cuts, or mixing

If this shit is broke, then Akrobatik’s for the fixing

Cats is lazy like twisting weed with seeds and sticks in

Once the beat’s kicks in, you know the top picks in (What?)

But I ain’t wearing nobody’s suit on Draft Day

Catch me in some Timbs as I stomp through the pathway

And when you hit me with the jersey (Say what?), make sure it says

“Akrobatik MC Number One,” because I’m Worthy (What, what, what?)

Yo, I’ll rip the mic absurdly, son

My existence is a worldly one. I’m cosmopolitan

Reach inside your wallets and support the cause

Of these rebels without a pause whose lyrics crack jaws

Step back, pause, analyze the scene. No verbal

Drop kicks and multi-level optics that’s keen

Glaring through any transparent scheme without an x-ray

Enlighten entire nations, do it again the next day

My text play an integral part of your awakening

Shaking in your lungs ‘cause y’all just a bunch of pseudo thugs

So while you do your drugs that make you believe you hard

I’ll rip mics with squads that represent God (What?)

[Interlude 1: L.I.F.E. Long]

Haha! Saki. L.I.F.E. Long, Breez Evahflowin’, Akrobatik Detonate that like: yo. Check it. Yo. (Haha). Yo. (Haha). Yo. Yo

[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]

This Queens

Buddha merchant walks with drunken monk crane steps

On Detonator Recs. Make my way on

Force through Air similar to my man based in Kunsan

Beats us on hot, chop, toke, choke, then bath

Through smoke clouds in studio bong fires. I’ll be the wick

To your bomb, that explosive live wire. Stronghold

Akrobatik, we ichiban. Our props earned

Kihontekini. We from NY to the B-oston city

L.I.F.E. Long, Breez Evahflowin’ clutching chromes

With a five-handed fisticuff grip (Haha. Stronghold),

Sound off, echo

Across globes [?], crank this rap to crank

Levels to increase the head bop, use fingertips to adjust

Static’s musical renditions of hip hop

We stay on our job

Battle before dodging weak blows, survive alone

Off the flesh of foes, “Hok2” words out. My bobbing

And weaving leaving cats stuck, swinging nunchucks

The slim samurai releases throwing stars and flames

At accurate range at your stage, shutting down your sound

[?] in Bean Town

[Interlude 2: Breez Evahflowin’]

I think they know what we mean now. Huh. “So, what would you like with that? Some Saki?” Yes. It is good for my head. It will make me feel good. Pass that shit

[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]

I’m afraid so

He’s back again. Rappers lay low like

I tackled their toe, flipped their frame ‘round. Ill cats

None spat the same sound. I came to town

Through the harbor (What?), astounded by the drama I seen

Either color. I’m the service of fiends. This unclean

Uncut—what?!? As if I ain’t dipping my stash, I got

This bad beat whipping my ass. Present it with mad

Rhythm and class, so pass the seamstress site

When it comes to dropping lines this tight, aight? Light the first

Dutch, spit at your chest, watch it go burst, bust, then

Pull at your heart like thoughts of your first crush

It’s us against you, surface dweller. Strike your peanut

With the trident of the submariner. The prince of

The sea since I’ma be on this scene

For a minute ‘til this rap shit finish. Stronghold

In the Lord’s most beautiful image. Scrimmages suck

Set it up at your show, dodo. Step to super niggas

Like Lobo every show we bless

We got the Stronghold, woah, or strong O.B.S

You know me as the B, the R, the E, the E, the Z, N

[Outro: Breez Evahflowin’]

Dedicated to my brother L.I.F.E. Long. Yes. Because now my head feels good. And I will continue to rock until...