Killah Priest - Breathe Lyrics
[Intro: Killah Priest]Yeah, breathe in, PriesthoodLet's do it...[Killah Priest]Slug out, never that, young dude, clever catEat shit, smoke spliffs, get high, reminisceInnocence, bulletproof, any one, pullin' throughJunior High, do it fly, ***** in grade Summer schoolComin' through, get me drunk, blunted too, every monthHundred shoes, every son, wanted jewels, never frontGot older, hunger grew, watched most the younger foolsSquat out from the guns they usin', not close to the most of themQuarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolutionSons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto musicIn the mind, cuz I'm movin, in time, intwineLines all out of ideas, thoughts expose the roadPainted pictures, mask very clear, like a spearFallin' from the atmos, my raps soaked in the pagesKids I play with, different flavors, instant paperYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]I just breathe, the breathe of life in the micsFeel my notepads with sites, now, guide you like God did to IsraelitesI just breathe, the breathe'll in whole tapInto my cassettes, fate awakin' you, holdin' in like herb in your chest[Killah Priest]I'd rather spit it to it right, then a domeLike a jewel in a throne, microphone, recite a poemHypotone, mellow out the ghetto route, track thugs meadow outCrack blood devil house, gat slugs, here's your addictPushers of conceited habits, took us, look and seen me mad itCash laws, blast hog, gas talk in the hoodBlack boars, burnin' wood, crack walls turnin' goodNickel bags, crystal mag, blackout, semi' fourBlack watch, ready for war, sasquatch, fantastic fourBlood, strength, through the Clan, wear the colors of our blackLove our mothers, love our dads, sister drug out on that glassYou ain't mad when they ain't sell refer, jump out the window, chasin' JesusHunt me in the garbage, told me, he's a prophetUsed to recite scriptures, and dust, now our skin poppin'Gems drop in '88, baby cake, first bornI'm crazy late, words long, worst one was '91[Chorus 2X][Killah Priest]Second son, I'm stressin' young, blesses come, record dealKept it real, tess my skills, '96, my third bornWord born, vicious like he held him tight, and mellow hobbyI'm the father and the author, change my name to MasadaFirst rhyme, search mine, first crime, I stole a ringSold it, soak in dreams, felt guilty but the feelin' passedLearned to put, all my feelings in my pastKids that had a thinking, took my books and bringGave you read, all these lawsBlow coasts, smoke spliff, old flicks, focusedFlip cake, chicks scrape, that's me, thick braidsSwift blade, in the pockets, sick days in the projectsSlick way, I'm the stocking cap, I just got in rapFamily, photo albums, gun, drugs, know the outcomeBook, sweater, picture very, wedding flicks, obiturariesLyrics that be military, haunt you like a cemetaryHahahah... breathe in[Chorus 2X]
