Scene of the Homicide

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