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