Super - Breez!

*Beat sampled from 'Spider Man and His Amazing Super Friends' cartoon* [INTRO] Super Breez: Detonator Records, in conjunction with Plan C Productions Presents to you another Breez Evahflowin' adventure!!! Citizen: Hey, that guys in trouble... Somebody's got to help him... look, up in the sky!!! Super Breez: Looks like trouble. Don't worry, I'll, save, you.. Guy: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP!!! [Verse One] A technological genius since the age of 8 There wasn't much I couldn't make But we was piss poor kids, makin swings out of gates Take trips to scrapes bricks with what momma could bake with To make this brief My I.I.T. scholarship was sweet Till I hit the street If the feet as a bitch I'd have poked out her ovaries Bullshit gigs, bum niggas promoted over me Its over this, I packed the miniature tool kits Pentium jewel chips and discs of my music Facin cruel shit in the Heart of winter In the hat factory that was owned by that lotto winner See I done went up the walls, till I developed the hand claws Flipped on some technical grip shit. (HUNH!!!) Five, thousand, booming watts Now I'm building me a state of the art suit with rocket boots [Chorus] Super Breez: Time for extreme measures.. Guy: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP!!! [Verse Two] Now I've got an exoskeleton My touch turns men into gelatin Ladies and gentlemen. Check it I erected this, machine man mesh The fiends can't stress what the fiends can't test Up the ante, metal mask vigilante Point blank bust, I return like "It Can't Be!!!" Yes it can, Lui Kang meets Mega Man Microfine tessellated titanium shell I'm in the event of trouble My force shield bubble burst Fillings get dispersed, to the ends of the earth Universe been defended since birth, my first misson Save a thristed kitten with reverse burst hittin I bumped it out so hard I killed the pigeon Tears raining, years training, casualties remaining In minimal amounts, standing on a mount, making criminals bounce From subliminal doubt I GET PAID!!! Raid the impound grade A, greed for another type of green to trade In the people I I say fight to legalize My partners peace pipe makes the least people die It's my enemy the Evil Eye I said "DIE!!!" Call me Stuy like Bed (Bedford Stuyvestant, Brooklyn) Let fly, the acid red dye, (What!!!) Burned and his head fry, (HUNH!!!) You try, clutchin crab I'm 'bout to get as country as Stringin niggas up and, using 'em for punchin bags This ain't a game feind, this is multiple concussion tag We stop to have discussion as, custom is the type Of a hero and a villain, at the peak of a fight He speaks of a pipe, adjacent to the gass main in moms basement His heart stop, start detonation I said "It's On!!!" Bit the end of the movie Spawn Grabbed him by the palms, wrapped his arms around an Atom Bomb!!! What!!! Suck on that one there, Muthafucka!!! The Adventures of Plan C, with Breez Evahflowin'!!! *echoes* (Guy: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLP!!!)