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Killah Priest - Breathe lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, breathe in, Priesthood Let's do it... [Killah Priest] Slug out, never that, young dude, clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs, get high, reminisce Innocence, bulletproof, any one, pullin' through Junior High, do it fly, fuck in grade Summer school Comin' through, get me drunk, blunted too, every month Hundred shoes, every son, wanted jewels, never front Got older, hunger grew, watched most the younger fools Squat out from the guns they usin', not close to the most of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music In the mind, cuz I'm movin, in time, intwine Lines all out of ideas, thoughts expose the road Painted pictures, mask very clear, like a spear Fallin' from the atmos, my raps soaked in the pages Kids I play with, different flavors, instant paper Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest] I just breathe, the breathe of life in the mics Feel my notepads with sites, now, guide you like God did to Israelites I just breathe, the breathe'll in whole tap Into my cassettes, fate awakin' you, holdin' in like herb in your chest [Killah Priest] I'd rather spit it to it right, then a dome Like a jewel in a throne, microphone, recite a poem Hypotone, mellow out the ghetto route, track thugs meadow out Crack blood devil house, gat slugs, here's your addict Pushers of conceited habits, took us, look and seen me mad it Cash laws, blast hog, gas talk in the hood Black boars, burnin' wood, crack walls turnin' good Nickel bags, crystal mag, blackout, semi' four Black watch, ready for war, sasquatch, fantastic four Blood, strength, through the Clan, wear the colors of our black Love our mothers, love our dads, sister drug out on that glass You ain't mad when they ain't sell refer, jump out the window, chasin' Jesus Hunt me in the garbage, told me, he's a prophet Used to recite scriptures, and dust, now our skin poppin' Gems drop in '88, baby cake, first born I'm crazy late, words long, worst one was '91 [Chorus 2X] [Killah Priest] Second son, I'm stressin' young, blesses come, record deal Kept it real, tess my skills, '96, my third born Word born, vicious like he held him tight, and mellow hobby I'm the father and the author, change my name to Masada First rhyme, search mine, first crime, I stole a ring Sold it, soak in dreams, felt guilty but the feelin' passed Learned to put, all my feelings in my past Kids that had a thinking, took my books and bring Gave you read, all these laws Blow coasts, smoke spliff, old flicks, focused Flip cake, chicks scrape, that's me, thick braids Swift blade, in the pockets, sick days in the projects Slick way, I'm the stocking cap, I just got in rap Family, photo albums, gun, drugs, know the outcome Book, sweater, picture very, wedding flicks, obituraries Lyrics that be military, haunt you like a cemetary Hahahah... breathe in [Chorus 2X] |
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