Breez Evahflowin’, Poison Pen, Vast Aire - Billy Goats Gruff (Acapella) lyrics

Yeah so they came to Breez
But Breez was like, "What up?"
(Y’all remember this one) but there’s
Another bigger coming now
So they came to Pen (They was trying to stop
The first one) and Pen was like, "What up?"
(Just kept passing it on) and he was like
"There’s another one after me" So
They came to Vast (Ayyo)

Yo, you got to get it how you want it
Know a nigga need it
Hunger someone got to feed it
Don’t want beef ‘less I got enough to eat it
Stack up one by one ‘til I
Got enough of weed it’s sick
Focused on unlimited shit same time
Mind’ll grind ‘til I finish the shift
And when it hit's, I’m calling it quit's
Break shit, split, cuss, spit, screaming
"Suck my dick"
Make hit's no time for games let’s grab this
Sack your quarterback and delay his passes
The game says, "Hut" The gauge says
"Catch this"
You win, we replace Gatorade with acid
(And) And that’s high school shit (Word)
Now we competing with The
Devil at collegiate levels
Avoid the meeting of the flesh
With the piece of metal
Walk like Jesus, the rebel saying, "Peace
" to the ghetto one, two, three
Billy Goats Gruff another one after me
Don’t really want to cause no casualties
Drop massive, larger than gravity

Anything that roll over my tongue
And hop over my fronts
And manifests it'self, if I speak, is real
Bring that soul where I’m from
Run blocks over for fun
You can’t protect yourself you
Could keep your deal
I’d rather put out my own hot shit
Then to deal with these filthy cunt twatlicks
Malcolm-X-style: get your hand out my pocket
We’re not the best now? I’ll cut
Your man out my profit
All he do is say, "The album’s coming
" nod his head in the studio
And he copped a Hummer? I’m sleeping
On the floor at my grandmother’s
What’s wrong with this picture?
We charge through and y’all yelling
"What’s wrong with these niggas?"
All I want’s what due to me
What’s due to Vast
And what’s due to Breez let’s do the math
Let me see y’all books our accountant’s here
Nigga
Who’s the giant who will beat ass? Vast Aire
Nigga

One, two, three
Billy Goats Gruff another one after me
Don’t really want to cause no casualties
Drop massive, larger than gravity

My Atoms Family gruff, niggas is rough
We want the sky and the
Ground we can’t get enough
You might know us from our gravity bars and
The Sun, the Moon, the stars, and such and
I don’t need permission to cross the bridge
‘Cause she had six drinks and
I’m up in her ribs
I rhyme like Prisma with a darkness to it
When I see the finish line
I got to run right through it
There’s no "maybe" or "I suppose, " nigga
I’ll spit a flow and you
Could look at my nose, nigga
I ain’t lying (I ain’t lying)
We got a Stronghold, now you crying
(You crying)
Your shirt’s burgundy now you dying
Let me find out
You was talking shit at your hideout
This beat is off the hook I
Hope the beat drops out
When the last Atom split's
You’re gonna fall out

You know’m saying? That’s how it goes down
Niggas atoms Fam, Stronghold breez Evah
Poisonous
Pen, Vast Aire wha-what, wha-what? Wha-what
Wha-what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah new York
Niggas what?