RICH BREEZY

A lot of rappers think they big. I grew up ye big an underdog, they was all big.

My rap is raw. You need an appendix.

Spliff-star! Master Chief!

Blacklisted! Pre-Cancelled in Advance La Resistance! Shadow-Banned

Ya’ll eyeing me. Sizing me up. And I’m psychoanalyzing my 3rd eye is ghettofly.

Currently there is no currency of cultural literacy, its silly the idiocy, hypocrisy of policy, a profitless odyssey of mankind autocracy. I think its time to volley their folly. Molly Holly and Wally high on collie.

If I get a record contract I’m going to read every line before I sign. I’ll make you wine for my time. You cheat me it’s flatline. Lock myself up in a cell like St.Valentine. Send the pen like a Maritime. I’ll make a mockery of mediocrity diffuse the odor of a media ogre and dispell the aura of a sensei soldier rapping fresher than Folgers as I release the vultures of culture trollers you might bump into me with the rock & rollers.

I’m pimp impresario impressive improvisational impervious to perversion don’t be introverted of what’s on my person its disturbing when I’m unnerving a perving that stays luring a lure of hurting. I don’t worship a gin. I pump blood oxygen with this pump pump that will turn up your rump with a body dump and passaging of total lifeforce of spirits within your last words were unheard of final position and I burned every written. And you are the ashes of my white rapper armageddon.

You might be infinite but I got a verbal monopoly owning all the property logically your fake copy money is the good tortoise to your bad bunny. Ain’t nothing funny. You can learn a lot from a dummy. In Philadelphia its always sunny. Sweet honey. Corona virus got these noses runny. The snow is the white girl call her snow bunny. Snow White. White Light. My skin don’t automatically make me Alt-Right. CTL ALT DEL and gesundheit.

Switch the role outta control hollowed out hulls from the nautical row off top flow creating these rhymes like a rapping GI Joe invincible to the foe. Low Pro on the down low. Leave fiends with the tag toe. Soy caro. No malo. Juicy thots get rubbed down with the aloe.

Cut the kid a check been doing check after check of this pandemic economic intellect where my respek does a genuflect. German Beck’s and the Throgg’s Neck de-tec inspecting sect. At the intersection of Nick Hexum and hectic inflection.

These words are the communicative arts… a complex array of Napolean Bonaparte’s, spare parts, and hopeless romantic hearts, who would do anything to bottle Terrence & Phillip farts, and open those bottles in front of the faces of plutocratic oligarchs. Putting boys in leotards. You’re gonna be the shards of Richard’s playing cards when he drops like Wonka bars and your everlasting wars are the dinosaurs except humans will all die of SARS.

Call me Professor-X shoot 2 through ya chest like 2 blunts of sense don’t test! I’m master chief. Two L’s and a Cool J. Eminem dropped four L’s… I’m smoking four L’s and lately shit I don’t play. It’s not just how you say but what you say. Don’t fcuk with Jose. I’m like Crazy Horse. You’re like the *** So this is strike-three. Yippy Kai Yay.

Rocketed to the 4th dimension but I’m 3D perforation. I’m on an endless summer vacation. And I‘m tripping on a 3rd eye open station. Broadcast for standing ovation. The Rap is my motivation. Spoken like a frequent occasion where I spit freestyles on any and every occasion. Smoke the herb like a rasta Jamaican. Rich Breezy is like an Aramaic equation. His beliefs tower over pagans. Rich Breezy broke free from all spells by all voodoo Haitian. It can’t be true that he’s just a Caucasian. There has to be another logical causation. You already know there ain’t no other explanation than America was his native origin location. And the great spirit was the mother earth of the planet rotation.

You don’t know about the uniform-gang, they got a hotline just go press 9 then 11. Open 24/7 posted up at 7-11. If I play it cool and just play the victim. I’ll have your ass sitting pissed in prison. And this is the place where the snitches die. But the homies gonna let it slide because the Mayor made it look like a suicide. So I took your life with a small device and a telephone line. They shouldn’t have messed with the Clandestine.

Vecinos de los ninos quick deNiro’s snatch amber no super heroes cest la vie amigos

Dissing me to try to overshadow but I foreshadow w/ a 4-4 in the shadows w/ my dog Shadow summon Ghost Rider on a Honda Shadow expose your ******** like Rachael Maddow

Rapping not for fame but for infamy/ ya’ll lame you can’t get into me/ my music taste forms a symphony/ my words are poetic like you can’t compare to me/ audio headphones pair with me/ that girl was well prepared for me/ student of the game teacher gave me A’s & B’s/ I taught her the birds & bees/ and we frequently renting out AirBnBs/ Black & Yellow Nike Air Bumblebee’s/ KIA Stinger L rides on backroads in bumble fcuk like we don’t even know where the fuck we be/ just remember its 93 until Infinity!!!

Military mayhem. Rasputin is hailing. The ecosystem is failing. Bombs blasting jetfighters in the tailspin. The media headspin prevailing. Catch the drift and I’m sailing. Super Sonic booms and my whole body exploded out of my fruit of the loom. This is a warning of impending doom. And the money monsoon. Hate it consumes. I think the end is coming soon. I tried to speak up but they said I was a loon. Buried by dunes. Killed by a bruin. The taste of blood in the face wound. And out come the wolves under the moon. I felt safer in the womb. And my legacy is ruined. The body entombed. A sermon of marijuana fumes. Never mention my name in the month of June. And the love of my life was a microphone room. But she’s singing a different tune. How I clinged to her rug like a sucker vacuum. And the songs were trapped inside a Microsoft Zune. No strings attached cuz her violin was outta tune. And I’m still salty like the taste of her ****.

When it comes to rapping I’m something like a barbarian. Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me. I’m a Toydarian. I might be White but don’t identify as Aryan. I’m not Lil Wayne. I’m a pill popping alien. I’m the top Negotiator. You’re another Chris Sabian. Get these ******** snakes off this ******** plane cuz I’m from Ireland. I’ll cut another demo by 8:45 while I’m chilling in the 845 I’m smoking an eighth around 8 people with 45’s. Live by the gun die by the bullet and I’m still alive. Like 5Alive. I write the rhymes like an Eminem look-alike. I look at my alerts like “wow look a Like!” And I remember how tough it was when I didn’t type couldn’t use that pen it just wasn’t my writing type, I used to write til my hand hurt and wrist was tight. Now I just sit at home and whack off all night. But trust me the girls always looking ripe. I’m scared to even spell suicide. But my forecast spells trouble and I ain’t even eating right. Got pains in my chest but not on the right. I caught the Vapors. And I’m still doing right. Almost at the light. How am I supposed to send this shit out? My battery just died.

Converse with herbs to convert perverts into religious converts not fans of herps. When I converse with a con its a verse of a psalm world in my palm con versus king kong start on the gong. And its on!

Psilocybin vibing was my silver lining B4 I dreamed of record contract signing.

Bro’s before **** I move like a ghost coast2coast spoken brogues Irish flows gay prose laughter pose.

They will exploit your kindness, futile color blindness. Call me your highness. People stay scheming. Im done dreaming. Hard breathing. Between the lines reading.

Don’t turn into a pumpkin rhyme something with nothing.

Yin & the Yang. Street code. Street slang. Ain’t no thang chicken Wang.

My sexual preference is hardcore gentleness, love tenderness, kiss eloquence. Common intelligence.

Haha, its alright… I’m part of the G-U-Y community. I’ll do anything to sleep with the woman in the gated community rich breezy need a rich breezy with natural immunity. Booty and the chick not looney.

Life changes, meanings faded, times erasing… Spitting raps for fans turned haters, I can’t keep it real for fakers, expressing myself seems useless for all these ****takers, I dictated great rhymes for rhyme sayers… Underneath the layers, is there a real me? Am I trying not to see what’s become of me, or is it something special I’m holding onto so you can’t ever be what I ain’t trying to show, its my own, you’ll never bite my style when its hidden behind my smile… Sunglasses on, head bent, and I’m heaven sent… Just go do you; I’m doing me, evidently it hurts to admit, I’ve said goodbye to the game, I ain’t a player so it drives you insane, too bad you ain’t got shit in your pockets, I’m a loaded gun you don’t want to cock-it, I’m retiring early in my easy chair better rock-it… I’m closing all doors so don’t try to knock it… Put a sock in it… You’re just a raccoon ***** & I’m Davy Crockett! You love me now stop-it… I’m the fly emcee & you’re just the cock-pit, get off my **** while I spit-it, you can’t touch my pen, so just wish it, and don’t forget my *** as you kiss-it!

“On the day I tested positive was the same day that I was positive that I would test up positive for smoking cannabis with thc lozenges and chocolate thins then the losing dread was taken two steps back from the edge as I took the edge off my head bcuz I was on the ledge worried about urinalysis and my axis of evil paranoia tactics made me react in a frantic heroic act of agoraphobia turned stoic sophist force poet of rap moet and flow wet im the actual maximus of fallen empire factual animus fall into catholic split personality glass unbreakable cinematic addict hit.”

“”Hip-Hop Fashion any Fashion but women’s fashion. Im a man of ration not malady of partiality its a logical fallacy that youre as flack as me youre a fak of fricasy selling paths to an *** palace of glass chalice full of ***** from buyers dallas a club of shit shallots that suck *******””

“Pluto Tonic robotic tick feel better rap sick dont drink dont trip and listen to me not a sip”

Doctored my Doctorate. Slow-roll 4-5-6 C-Lo. I don’t scroll. I’m swoll. C-4 neck mole.

Feel and realize I’m self-actualized actually an actuary specialized in quantify quantum fly leap for sky high hockey guy black eye meta-psy by the guru purple belt kung Fu but rap is for wu from me to you black & blue White not hue.

Jetsetting like George Jetson cologne by Stetson, I be hustling for a retirement pension. Got the pen son. And I perplex complexion got game rap fame contention. From the Westin to the West Indies. Smoke gonja man. We got foreign currency exchange on the island. DJ spins Scott Weiland and we got topless women like the French Rhineland. We got exotic women exotic plants and hypnotic trance on the hall we dance to dancehall jams in our B-Boy pants. The money is the motive but the cash never touched my hands. I got sober plans. But the women all on me like they on hallucinogens.

Authoring rhymes on the internet like a netcee. They about to plug me in like the Matrix 3 with Keanu Reeves. I’m tapping shorty in the back of theatre after everybody leaves. Got more cigar papers than the autumn leaves. Better wear a rubber cuz these **** is skeev’s matter fact he used to go by steve. And keep those thieves off my G’s cuz rich breezy got accuracies

In my dreams!!! I’m the flow master, you’re the mic keeper!!! Tell em I do free feature. I’m the broke preacher, can’t afford a foam sneaker, they say I’m a culture leacher, I feel like I’m Jack Reacher… but hip-hop is my pink crystal beaker and I’m praying Doctor’s fix this heart-beater, I’ll prolly be the dead Mozart of this bluetooth speaker, cleansing the pop screen with ether, and I’m viral… proof for all the non-believers.

I want to rap but I’m DQ’d. First rule of freestyle there is no rules I breakdown words while y’all breakdown mules. All these ******* be using power tools. Switch it up bust a move. Seems like the cash flow be affecting my mood. Hit the lotto and I bought a pitcher for my dude. Even though the politics was real rude. I said I’d treat them with the kindness of st.jude. Instead of selling tombs I’m planting food. Bury me in the louvre and I tried and I truthed but the crowd lacked aptitude and they say I had an attitude that’s all I see for this rapper with no views.

Those diamonds is blood diamonds. Those sneakers is sweat shop child labor. Those guns killed your distant relatives. Those drugs killed your customers. Your music killed the good vibes. Your free will made you a prisoner. Your freedom fighter made you a slave.

The love ain’t there. I pretend I don’t care. Hate ain’t the answer. Your culture is a cancer. But what if I get paid? I’ll prolly get laid (to rest). Bury me in black roses. Blame it on the doses. White skin was the gnosis. America’s macropsychosis got me eating rappers like phagocytosis its like we under hypnosis.

He was the moslem at the mausoleum in my being arab money to the ceiling. She was my jewish american princess. He was the white reggae hippie with the incense and in an instant he said hit this you got head blitzed on indo cannabis smoking with rich rapping cryptic the beat I missed it but I returned with the ice pick icebox fridge rigged it with rigid line and B-lined to the ridgeline rewinds it with hard spit spill the liquid she licked it and the fruit I picked it never bit it but I shitted on the whole game with a written from the pen ink.

Street rapping dynamics to dna type X addicts with the fearless juice that I deduce with a duece duece you know I can spit that ny hard shit canadian goose winter snow goons and I dodge jail go play with looney tunes in the padded rooms And im doing pushups and eating shrooms but I aint tripping im h2o sipping and then im back on the streets with my prescription. Im like the Double Album Deluxe Edition and the rendition is remington remix with armor plated beamer whips and the spoof takes the smoke and I take a toke pop a breathmint im like fresh pimp with the bad bish and the scale fish so blitzed like funk phish.

Adrenal Cerebral Anti Evil American Eagle and I stand up for the black white brown yellow and purple people. I’ll even ride a dirtbike over the rainbow like Knieval but the digger gold is the shit equal? Yo, grooming kids gender should be illegal.

We gonna start dropping gems under alias’ who got my resonance my rap presence is iridescent luminescent Clark Kent with the phone booth spitting kryptonite like it’s Nick at Nite the kid is on sight but you don’t wanna make this dawg bite I upload punches like a gigabyte!!!

I spit it so wet. Like ***** you’ll never forget. Got these rappers frozen like Han Solo. I’m Boba Fett. I kill the pain like a Percocet. Switch styles and I’m still a threat. Freshest yet. I don’t have a set. But I take shots like Triple Sec. I curse like I have Torret’s. Hand on these ******* heads like they just my pets. I’m not old school but I’m still a vet. You might have to battle me. On the net. I turn one dollar into a cigarette. You can’t take my pride I’m already in moral debt. But I’m all in so will you match my bet?

oh no I’m on a staycation call me Mr.Extendo. You might be Kimbo but I’m Kajukembo hit you with the elbow. Got two elbows under my car with Velcro and I be selling them cheap 1 rack via Venmo.

Original Sin, where do I begin? Trash bin. Has been not husband. Hospital wrist band. Blazing headband. Psilocybin. Spiritual vibing. My grace is perfect timing. Never two timing. No deposition signing. Hard timing. I jump from rhyming to calligraphy writing cursive typing like a typewriter gift of gab chimer its the grimer like slimer and new york city is slicker than a city shitter in winter when you deliver the beginner battle winner a social media slipper that cinderella wears to dinner stilettos and lingerie got the chalet sober valet and I got triple A. I got reflexes like 2nd basemen triple A. Westchester 9A. My system switches victims from NWA to Dr. Dre its like my style is old as Jam Master Jay like I was a New Yorker raised in the 90’s when slurs were slaves to the Ameri***A and now its 2022 he got the AK and yay he’s TOS KIA its like we all been fooled by the CIA. The hood thinks I’m in the DEA. But I’m the Emcee of the Day. Rich Breezy is the follower of the light and the way! Stay writing the next cypher sak pase!

Demon slayer, as a lover I never betray her, it’s like the smell of her hair, and the evil stare of the threat that is here it was there they not know I’m a gentleman monfraire. I was born with a pair. I dare you to dare speak ill upon me ya can’t see me in 3D and I’m 4D when I rap quadruple deep like I was a math freak how I stay so fleek they think I cheat asking me for a free. I’m master chief. Swim steep dive and sink like I’m the swimming freak. I’m a netcee geek. If you step to me I unleash the beast. I’m a freak on a leash. Triple deke. I’m rhyming like a mystique leak might make a Mil and give it to the meek. Y’all better hide I manhunt and seek. This girl is so fine I might sneak a peak. Lights out. Undercovers Underneath. I’m underground rapping to the beat!

Nah pon step to Licka Rich Jah stay blessed nah fear a wicked one

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