Released on February 25, 2003

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[Hook 1: Breeze Brewin] (x2)

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[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Breeze Brewin] (x2)

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[Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Breeze Brewin] (x4)

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[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin]

So what you saying?

Kid, you butt. Yo, spraying niggas means saliva, messy

Slobbering (“I know you got soul/sole!”) from my Timmies when you

Test me. Clobbering these niggas easy. See, I hunger for your

Talking shit, you please me when you say your shit is butter

Poor excuse for the use of noise. Slaughtering

There’ll be no truce, your boys would break your jaw if they your peoples

To stop the yap. I’m playing Doc Kevorkian, I’ll lock your thoughts

See, then commence the mercy killing ‘cause your mental’s dead, your verse

Be still intensely showing you gots love for the game. Maybe

If you playing tennis ‘cause you missed the men. It’s wicked, crazy

Hard to listen to without my finger flying to

The fast-forward button ‘cause your feeble ass flow with nothing new

Nothing new when cutting through, we be the Juggaknots

If you know the deal, then you gots to keep it real… far away

Secluded from my vision on the hush, and any

Effort towards rebuttal leads to crushing feeble niggas with

The jivetalk

[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Breeze Brewin] (x2)

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[Verse 2: Breeze Brewin]

Ayyo, I heard you coming out…

The closet. Deposit your masculinity

Your guts, the hair on your chest, your scrawny nuts. Nigga, run

Your manhood. I takes your average dropping-bombs joker to the

Family jewels, would mean rocking your mom’s choker

You’re leaving niggas jelled, but I never thought the KY

And when you say, “I gots your back,” you trying to hit the hay. I

Never knew the static could be so traumatic, so I cut ‘em slack

And everybody singing “Who’s the Mack” and “Trying To Be A Player”

You played yourself at Roscoe, you getting crazy ass…

…whippings, I gets hostile when a brother know he fly

But to me, reminiscent of Jeff Goldblum

Falling apart, breaking as the Brewin’s in your soul, doom’s

A given, you’re driven by the stress, thoughts are deep…

…throating my quoting, but the Juggaknots’ll never fail to peep

Your style’s corny, just a horny slob, talking ‘bout you getting

Laid off, and then you best to get a fucking job but not the jivetalk

[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Breeze Brewin] (x2)

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[Verse 3: Breeze Brewin]

Well, then, at times, I can’t front. You’re style’s

Milk curdling close to cottage cheese with

Your verbal and your boast of knowledge. Please, kid, I know your style’s

Deaf ‘cause you couldn’t possibly be hearing loud and clear

And mean the shit you’re saying. Quit your playing ‘cause your thought

Is nothing, only around the edges you be rough, and in

Comparison, I’m only catching L’s when I puff ‘em

You’re coming strictly raw (Jog into hooker style)

Your joints hot (And I’m betting your condition took a while after)

(Clinic visits), during which the master cynic blizzards acid

Rainstorming, flushing out those cockier than Jordan. For the

Swing and miss, 0 for 4, no rapport, bringing pissed

Feelings to the enemy, so, nigga, buy serenity (My)

(Style’s dope), fiendish, paranoid, can’t cope

Squeamish, knowing that the Juggaknots stalking, jivetalking

If y’all still ain’t understanding me, let’s get on down

In your case, on your hand and knee, defeated

[Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Breeze Brewin] (x3)

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[Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): Breeze Brewin] (x6)

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[Hook 1: Breeze Brewin]

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