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Текст песни Killah Priest - Breathe

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[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, fuck 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]

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