Breez Evahflowin’, Tonedeff - Give It Away (Clean) lyrics

Timbs on my feet, trees in my Dutch Master
D’s on the beat, freestyle to give ass away
Cyphers are blunts in front
Of brick storefronts
Fiends on the hunt fix on
The front stoop all day

Classic skill (What?) , Cadillacs of ill real
Jack jumping all over Jill hill
Track bumping although it’s real ill
Kinda eerie
Global chemistry, my mind of theory
Combine it ‘til it’s monetary
Get up with Tone
Only two ways to ride: get paid or get gone
Word bond, it can happen to Pentagons
Alert, miniature pawns we can
All get descended on
Depending on the vibe I get, this shit
Got me wanting to spit some more
This is how I live
Want to see the top? Keep an eye on the kid
Iron monkey kick shit, Tokyo blitz
Want to get at me? Talk to your bitch
Taste my fame on the part that you kissed
Taught the game any parts that I missed
Would have been claimed by
The punching of fists
But gotten to this?! yeah, that’s that shit
Come on, it’s like:
Timbs on my feet, trees in my Dutch Master
D’s on the beat, freestyle to give ass away
Cyphers are blunts in front
Of brick storefronts
Fiends on the hunt fix on
The front stoop all day

Some think I lost my desire to fight
Me hanging up is like finally retiring Mike
So extreme like fire and ice I’m torn
My life’s like fucking with
That X-Bitch Storm
I’m born 12-18, 70-something
Family income was second to nothing
Never repped movie rap ‘cause
That’s second to fronting
Walking through booby traps ‘til y’all
Step on the button (Boom)
I’m hungry like that fat bastard glutton
No discussion just bring the
Cash you clutching
‘Cause it costs, my minutes are vital
Trying to finish the vinyl
That’ll finish your idols
You know garbage niggas, Godless niggas
To battle, then bring it all we’re gone
God forgive us
Can’t contain the pain my pen tell
Training Days was hard
Scarred by many Denzels

Timbs on my feet, trees in my Dutch Master
D’s on the beat, freestyle to give ass away
Cyphers are blunts in front
Of brick storefronts
Fiends on the hunt fix on
The front stoop all day

Resounding sound that runs
Wild through crowds
Of MCs when I pound them down
Frown, screw it up i take
It like if you erupt
Then I probably ain’t do enough
Who want to get dumped? Set your date
Itch like you rocking drawers made of
Trying to escape out of a lion’s gate
Stupid like Batman with an iron cape
Soft like extra mayonnaise
Get high like Zion is sciences and cultures
Get twisted, served, and engulfed by vultures
Fuck a gold mine i hold a mind
Black like a dozen episodes of
Soul Food when it’s Showtime
Rework the album, got to be classic
So I could be like, "Stronghold
We running this rap shit"
With the stats to back shit, UG for life
But the green don’t grow without
Water or light like:

Timbs on my feet, trees in my Dutch Master
D’s on the beat, freestyle to give ass away
Cyphers are blunts in front
Of brick storefronts
Fiends on the hunt fix on
The front stoop all day