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 wasnt much I couldnt 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 niggaz 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 Cant 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 niggaz 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!!!)