Dip...Dip (Radio Version)

[Intro: Thief in da Nite and Breez Evahflowin’]
What? Uh. Thief in da Nite! Repping with my man Breez... Evahflowin’. Bop. Yeah. Yeah. I told ‘em, son. Tell ‘em: You can’t have sound if you got no rhythm. No doubt, no doubt. You can’t have sales if you got no grip. Uh uh. Uh uh. No sound

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Beyond human comprehension, many MCs portray tension
Not to mention my backside play the bitches
I slide on the sentence and serenade the sound
Secret still ain’t been found. Take a peek around
To keep a clown playing four quarters
The same time, playing your daughter
All out of order, I be praying for mad water
My art conceal tight. Architect with the skill to write
Sealed the mic through bloody covenants and governments
Some brothers scared to death. The others scared to life
I disinfect your brains when I breathe on the mic
To save a race as you enter Darth Vader space
When we interface, you erased from my database
I cause more harm than cybernetics arms
Dropping dreaded bombs—even when I said it wrong
MCs be wasting my time like Mona Lisa
Cut your dreads to Little Caesars, see, and thorough like to “eat some pizza”
Extra cheese for extra Breez
I’m on the next degrees from the text I read
Touch mad scripts for adlibs to smash through the biters
Who couldn’t catch a tune like Mariah with some laryngitis
I strep throats and slept on your best quotes
My pager catches flavor from Atlanta to the West Coast
The most beneficial to your mental tissue
Don’t diss. If you want the ish, we could make it all official

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’ and Thief in da Nite]
Dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—what’s your name?
Big Breez and I came to get fly
On who? On crews who didn’t pay dues
Dames who claim to obtain my revenues
Dip, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—tell ‘em your name
Breez. And you came to get what?!?
Get fly. On who?. Uh. Check it
On the one (One), two (Two)—yo Breez, break ‘em down

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Industries, you make decisions hasty
We lining up without a free safety
I’m out for pastry that’s tasty
Although I face the ultimate judges with no grudges
Come all about the game with no change in my budget
So fudge it. Pencil, paper
Pick a caper, watch me bless the taper
Recording, wiling like a warden in a riot
Try it, but I still don’t buy it
Just deny it inequities
I’m quick with these with liquid ease
The Evahflowin’, call me Breez
Freeze
Real MCs don’t need trees for crutches
I got your style in my clutches
I crushes the yearly
But then who would you compare me?
They gotta be wack so I could see that
And if you react, you’ll catch the feedback
CashUs Clay Mack
Dude, you be that producer that I could get loose ta
Into mixing, L-O-S-ing for the fixing
Can’t forget to vote for the President Dickson
Coming from a zone where you won’t find fiction
I call it Sound Plus Rhythm
Home of the super duper soul where your flows is forbidden

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’ and Thief in da Nite]
Well, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—what’s your name?
Big Breez and I came to get fly
On who? On crews who didn’t pay dues
Dames who claim to obtain my revenues
Well, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—tell ‘em your name
Breez. And you came to get what?!?
Get fly. On who? Uh. Check it
On the one (One), two (Two)—yo Breez, break ‘em down
Well, dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—what’s your name?
Big Breez and I came to get live
On who? On crews who didn’t pay dues
Dames who claim to take my loot
Dip, dip, dive. So-socialize—tell ‘em your name
Breez. You came to get what?!?
Get fly. On who? Scratch it
On the ones, ones, threes, Breez, break it down

[Outro: Thief in da Nite]
Uh. Yeah. SPR’s in the house. Yeah. Yo. CashUs Clay got sound ‘cause he got rhythm. L-O-S got sound ‘cause he got rhythm. P. Dickson got sound ‘cause he got rhythm. Thief in da Nite ‘cause he got rhythm. What you want, son?