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Breeze - Scene Of The Homicide lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Breeze ]
 Just imagine, you sit and witness the scene of a homicide
 Your whole world's traumatized, mesmerized
 That's what it's like to grip the mic and try to flow on
 Your sentences a run-on full of so-forths and so-ons
 Who inspired you, who the hell hired you?
 Whoever the swine need to find time to fire you
 Cause you don't quite meet the standards of excellence
 Claimin you a gigolo but ain't had sex since
 How many times must I ask you
 Show me an example on to make a sample sound hype
 Check the levels, make sure the record's on
 Show em the time of the crime (right, right)
 A murder's in progress, put out an APB
 The trigger is my best friend, so what I'm suggestin
 You keep your distance, don't come close or push up
 You'll be greeted by a bunch of heated niggas sayin (What's up)
 Defeat you, beat you, seat you in the Greyhound
 Cause love don't live here, hops, so just stay down
 I'm not to be played because I take pride
 And this is what it's like at the scene of a homicide
 It's like a eerie feeling
 Wait hold up, I think I see one now
 [ VERSE 2: Breeze ]
 Yo foolio, what you're doin on the mic stand?
 You watched the hook but you forgot about my right hand
 It's automatic even though it's done manual
 Autographed by man man [Name] you know Samuel
 If this don't faze you this makes me wonder
 How good you are and where do you come-a from-a
 It doesn't matter if Muff slays the drummer
 The difference between you and the others is you're dumber
 What's the matter with you? I 'bout had it with youBreeze - Scene Of The Homicide - http://motolyrics.com/breeze/scene-of-the-homicide-lyrics.html
 Now you're steppin on the mic startin static with who?
 I don't agree with that riff-raff
 You keep tryin to rhyme and the result is you spit bad
 It's a sad scene that I have to fight ya
 Cause you was shy and all that, now first I liked ya
 Don't expect no affection, just look for protection
 From punches comin in every direction
 How do you find the time to even talk on?
 This ain't trials, ain't acceptin no walk-ons
 So while the pedal is pushed, just enjoy the ride
 As we venture to the scene of a homicide
 [ VERSE 3: Breeze ]
 It's too short to count on life support
 You either get caught out there or come up short
 I thought I couldn't hold it or somethin, what's that you mumbled?
 Now I'ma hand you the mic - fumble
 You're lookin silly, sort of like a clown, if
 I'm s'posed to be scared of somebody that you're down with
 I'm not indimated easy, don't sleep on
 You couldn't scare me with a mask and a sheet on
 It's like you're on the street corner on the avenue
 And hangin from the lights is the noose used to hang you
 Forget what you say cause I don't wanna hear your side
 It'll be you who's the victim at the scene of the homicide
 Homicide
 you know
 like murder in the first degree
 Yeah
 When you're stiff just layin there with a yellow sheet over it
 and you wait on a brown van to come
 so a coroner can get out and pronounce you dead
 at the scene of a homicide








