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 sex 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 niggas 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
