Come quick cool cats
chilling with the kick back appeal
summer son wonder one
with the wicked liquit tongue
bursting rhymes like bubble gum
stick lickity split breaking down the bass quick
looking for the loving on the aimless
I’m getting wrecked on the regular
perfect segue for hitting up the beats
preaching hip hop simplistic supremecy
I mighty might be menacing
with my deliverance and sentences
intense this son girls I find is my devotion
summertime my tonic and my potion
I’m always boasting my tracks got more waves than the ocean
and she sells sea shells by the sea shore
but I sell cd’s off the shelf and out the back door
surely keeps you coming back for more
I slap mics like a bitch cause that’s my rapport

Chorus

When the heat hits the street can you feel the beat
that’s the sound of concrete evidence
its evident

Start a conversation spark a blunt
they call me J Breezy cause I’m chill like a weather front
better yet call me Houdini
cause who seen me sliding out from between the sheets
I leave my calling card the sheak
see me running through the streets
like an alley cat waking peeps
screaming off my head
sleeps for the weak
make it home bed for a week
I guess I’m sick in the head with a mental disease
I beat my beats then burn a cd
mail it to myself with a note saying special delivery
I got a special delivery rhymes flow like calligraphy
Classy is what epitomizes me I got no inabilities
awww shucks even Country fans are feeling me
cause our rhymes stuck to the beat
tighter than their balls stuck to they Lees
boy howdy

Chorus

When the heat hits the street can you feel the beat
that’s the sound of concrete evidence
its evident

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