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Demonic

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Intro)
You are vulnerable here I can not stop what is coming

wife is playing this song for you
This is assuming that she isn't dead too
You're probably wondering
What on Earth was going on inside my head
I'm glad

When they with the crowd they want to act all big bad and tuff
Nigga you pussy you aint tuff
My boy enough is enough
If someone pull up on you are gon'

Never saw the sitcom but everyday I watch the game
More than material, more than just fame
Forever I'ma let album let 'em feel my pain
This is food for

this new century’s plague, a full album, kids don’t know what that is.  When I was young my dad showed me Clapton and Bowie, what’ll I show my kids

My limit it's limitless
I say that as my credit card reached its limit, fuck
Wit me, never dealt dimes or nickels, but by 2 quarters my album doing

Sore

Buck 65

Sore

2004

Of terrible smells and dead flies in the light fixture 
I listen to the oldies station, half asleep and kind of smokey 
Girl in the next room is howling like

disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em
son
you're ain't fronting on my album
Spitting on your bitches tits
They shift the shit
My pistol
grip is

But enough is enough 
You don't have to suck it all up 
So life can be tough 
Punch that witch in the gut 
Put that witch in the bag, put the bag in

Yeah I definitely feel like this is
Erm the best body of work that I’ve put out
Masterpiece
It just is exactly what it says init
I’ve been out here

you let me breathe
So now i’m back for whats rightfully mine don’t lecture me
Who am I now?
I’m just a man who is hungry for more
Had a meetin' with God

want's to
I only want him to live if he wants to)
This is the last track that I wrote for this album because I keep prolonging the inevitable
This is

This on the back of my head ever since the sixth-grade
Never wanted therapy but maybe if I did
Right now I wouldn't even wanna be dead
Or is it hormones

They Don't Believe That I'm Saved

Gospel Gangstaz

I Can See Clearly Now

1999

fools, is hardly major
Look how the hood made us pray and asked God to save us
Evading the haters, rolling regals and Chuck Taylors
And still can flip

Street
Am I salty is my music gaudy? they can't judge I'm to cocky
You thought you were clever with a gun like you got leverage
See me die is that

a ticket to pay attention to me
I'm making cents making sense, bitch, life is but a dream (c'mon)
Smooth criminal, sexy like Mike on Thriller album (Solo)

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

and round house him
duck tape his mouth dead put a pound to his gut and force him to play five cuts of the upin comin album
jus the way i planned it niggers

I feel beside myself life's pretty weird now that I'm by myself
Feel I can only trust me and nobody else can't rely on one they all wanna rebel
Is

cliff hang to cause attraction
Swear to god I ain't no more giving a fuck
About the motherfucking aftermath caused by my actions
In terms with the world I

Believing you're a student
Is the one and only beautiful
The beauty falls at awe
Of the mythical miracle
Mother and god
are inseparable
La la la
La la la la

by God and I'm chosen, I'm holdin' this world in my hands
Just blessed to be stackin' these bands
Not lucky, just needed a chance, to do what I needed

Streets At Night

PRhyme

PRhyme 2

2018

start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen

But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it

Google god google gliphx
Google kitchen chrome can shoot a cast off
See how my cool collect in sweater
That's Cosby by effort-less
Barely by schedule