Tech N9ne - Breathe lyrics

You know what I mean?
Shit, let the motherfucker bleed the
Same blood I bleed
This fuckin' hurt a little kid
Niggas know what the vibe? Forever breathe

Never duck another motherfucker, repeat it
Never duck another motherfucker
Nigga better delete it
Put the cerebellum in killer mode
For real a foe
Can never get with what a gorilla know
Killin' syllable, feelin' ya biblical ritual
This shit'll get rid of ya pain
Here in your pitiful game
This is political pain
Deep in the pit of your brain
Let it rain with the
Unforgettable aim gunshot
Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust
'Cause the homie that you killed


Meant a lot to us
But instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' the swastika
You can do it, but you blew it
'cause you're mockin' up
Get your ride on, nigga is you rock or what?
Lots of luck, you really gonna need it
Hella heated
Motherfucker let the Glock erupt, box him up

I don't wanna be the one to
Get a millimeter in the gut
I wanna be the one to
Hit 'em with another milla
Caught up in the middle
I'm a little sick and different
I mean it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherfuckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with
A nigga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)

Breathe! Hey son
What the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm
Best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some
Punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result
In you bustin' some breathe!

Never let a hatin' motherfucker see you sweat
Bleed the chest, no need regret
I fun day caper, a Sunday paper
So I can read the rest
I can dig it, you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave
If you hate or penetrate a loop
Of love a nigga made
If you step up to me you will never benefit
Nigga if I start it, I'ma finish it
Run up on a motherfucker while
He fuckin' a chick put a bullet in her head
While she's suckin' a dick
Wasn't a bit of evidence
Baby it's irrelevant
You got it with your nigga
That's the luck of the grit
Bring pain to everyone
In your face with the bane, you very some
It's a motherfuckin' shame we carry guns
If you don't, you're insane or very dumb
Tecca N9na's too rough
(Too rough) Too hard (Too hard) too tough
(Too tough) You scarred (You scarred)
'Cause a nigga know a
Motherfuckin' round will spit
Fuckin' around with a killer clown and shit

If you really wanna do it, nigga
We can step into it
Put us up against some motherfuckers
And we runnin' through it fuck a nigga
Buck a nigga if he think he's a guerrilla
Meant it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherfuckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with
A nigga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)

Breathe! Hey son
What the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm
Best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some
Punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result
In you bustin' some breathe!

Get sprayed by the TEC-9 hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin' up again and hot, cooked, well done
Fuckin' with a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip
But they know I'm too motherfuckin' hard
Deadly, tickin' like a time bomb
Fuckin' with me you would think
You were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nothin' left but remains
But those who were froze fuckin'
With a nigga insane
Mentally minded mad, motherfuckin' madman
Out to attack, sinkin' punks like quicksand
Droppin' and poppin' any punk that buck so
Bring a body bag if you wanna get fucked up
There it is you little bitch made nigga
Start runnin' when I'm playin'
With the trigger
An Uzi, a 12-gauge, it really don't matter
Many suckers die when the shotgun scatter
From block to block, hood to hood
Street to street boy you can't fuck with me
So for those who told you to
Jump up and talk shit
Admit you bitch, your little ass got lit

I don't wanna be the one to
Get a millimeter in the gut
I wanna be the one to
Hit 'em with another milla
Caught up in the middle
I'm a little sick and different
I mean it when I said it, you remember that?
Hell motherfuckin' yeah!
You don't wanna get in trouble with
A nigga like the Tecca N9na
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop or take a minute we (Just)

Breathe! Hey son
What the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm
Best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some
Punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result
In you bustin' some breathe! Hey son
What the fuck are you duckin' from?
Breathe! Stay calm
Best to fight every fuckin' one
Breathe! Say some
Punks are bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe! Sprayin' guns might result
In you bustin' some breathe!

That's beautiful
RonnZfromBerlin and shit, hardcore cat
Blaze your weed to this
This is dedicated to my
Homeboy Walter Jefferson
WJ weed Capone nigga
If I ever breathe, if I ever live
Fear no motherfucking man
Who bleeds the same blood I bleed
And still listen to you kids
That's real shit, nigga breathe