* send corrections to camethodically@hotmail.com    (Makes spitting sound)    (Chorus)  Now we came with good rhymes and grooves that don't quit  When you can't, if you can't, handle it  Every word that we spit is type scandalous  Strong holdin's on the mic, now do it  (Now do it, do it, do it, do it)  And, shanana  And,  (Breez Evahflowin!)  And, shanana    They talkin jive like the label  My unstable elements smack relevence to fabels  Able bodied cross breed of elephant and cable  Unforgetable shows - I'm fed up with those   who should've been home instead of recitin' them triflin' flows  the hype and the ho's  I'm wipin' ya ass with my toes  What type of the flows you got that make you hot  if that's pop  breez had better be a bastard  a master to perfection  spittin' acid in ya section like alien ressurection  Reflectin' rhymes eternal like Kweli or a mirror  Battle - anytime, anyplace, any era  where a mic is, strike with vocal blows to overload ya frontal lobe  you front you fold styles olde-r than english  in this, I got more back than dorsal fins  I force a win over decision  rock cuts with surgical precision  allergic to the competition  so when you come I come at-you!  bless me but dont ask me who the best be    (Chorus)    Course Mama made me, and you get burnt down like Branch Davidians  Poison's comittee is gettin' claps like Chlamydia  Stage shows, we amaze bros, who always say "Those  Young cats don't do jack," but everybody say "HO!"  We pray, though, Stronghold rap flows the hottest  Stronghold, what, catchin' an L!?!, we Globetrotters!  My joints, projected, your chick's claimin' baby father  I look like Dada? Nada, volcanic flow with lava  Uninteresting jockin', cockblock these riders  We run the picture, she talked it for years, aint got jack from their papa  A poet like that? Who needs them plaques  Saving these tracks behind my back, and this pen be on your track  I'm pro black, got no cash you should know that  Oh, yeah, I was talkin' to The LOX, they said want their dough back  Go back, get the bozack  Don't know much, just like Fudge, they record us then report us  No tour bus, I aint slow-bo, photo, February 9, step on out the photo  I blow those  Out of proportion so I can get chicks to twist like contortion  "Can I borrow some dough?" face gets distortion  Poison Rhymer's an author, I feel like Dr. Seuss  With a Bubblegoose, and a little more juice    (Chorus)    Because of my freestyle, I have no time practice  I'm hangin' emcees upside down and backwards  Thought the fact is, I'm on point, like a cactus  Fuck emcees, I eat planets, like Galactus  I meditate, battle galaxies, verbalate    This is all I could catch, for the most part, I have to go, but I wanna send   this to you instead of just erasing. If you could, please correct any   mistakes and add the rest if you can, Breez doesn't have any of his lyrics   on here yet, and as a strong underground head and Blaze battle champion, I   think he deserves it. Thanx.  ONE