Breeze - Scene of the Homicide lyrics

Yo, just imagine, you sit and witness the scene of a homicide Your whole world's traumatized and mesmerized You know what I'm sayin? (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 s** 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 n***as 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 you 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