Tech N9ne - Breathe lyrics

[Verse 1] Never duck another motherf**er, repeat it Never duck another motherf**er, n***a better delete it Put the cerebellum in k**er mode, for real a foe Can never get with what a gorilla know k**in' syllable feelin' ya biblical ritual This sh**'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) n***a lookin' for a spot to bust Cause the homie that you k**ed meant a lot to us But, instead of lookin' for a co*k to f** k** a n***a like he was rockin' the swastika You can do it, but you blew it, cause your mockin' up Get your ride on, n***a is you rock or what? Lots of luck, you really gonna need it, hella heated Motherf**er let the Glock erupt, box him up [Bridge] 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 And I mean it when I said it, you remember that? Hell motherf**in' yeah! [Hook 1] You don't wanna get in trouble With a n***a like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) (Breathe) Hey son, what the f** are you duckin' from? (Breathe) They come best to fight every f**in' one (Breathe) Say some, punks bound to sell coke and guns (Breathe) Sprayin' guns, might result in you bustin' some (Breathe) [Verse 2] Never let a hatin' motherf**er see you sweat Bleed the chest, don't 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 n***a in the grave If you hate or penetrate a loop of love a n***a made If you step up to me you would never benefit n***a if I start it, I'mma finish it Run up on a motherf**er, while he's f**in' a chick Put a bullet in her head, while she's s**in' a dick Wasn't a bit of evidence, baby it's irrelevant You got it with your n***a that's the luck of the grit Bring pain to everyone in your face with the bane, you very some It's a motherf**in' shame we carry guns If you don't your insane or very dumb Tecca Nina's too rough (Too rough) too hard (Too hard) Too tough (Too tough) you scarred (You scarred) Cause a n***a know a motherf**in' round will spit f**in' around with a k**er clown and sh** [Hook 2] If you really wanna do it, n***a We can step into it Put us up against some motherf**ers And we runnin' through it f** a n***a, buck a n***a If he thinks he's a guerrilla Meant it when I said it You remember that (Yeah!) Hell motherf**in' yeah! [Hook 1] You don't wanna get in trouble With a n***a like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) (Breathe) Hey son, what the f** are you duckin' from? (Breathe) They come best to fight every f**in' one (Breathe) Say some, punks bound to sell coke and guns (Breathe) Sprayin' guns, might result in you bustin' some (Breathe) [Verse 3] Get sprayed by the Tec-9 hand gun, now I'm on the outrun Flowin' up again and hot, cooked well done f**in' with a crazy insane warlord Punks wanna trip, but they know I'm too motherf**in' hard Deadly, tickin' like a time bomb f**in' with me you would think you were in Vietnam When I explode ain't nothin' left but remains But those who were froze f**in' with a n***a insane Mentally minded mad motherf**in' mad man Out to attack, sinkin' punks like quicksand Droppin' and poppin' any punk that buck So bring a body bag if you wanna get f**ed up There it is little b**h made n***a Start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigger An Uzi, a 12-gauge it really don't matter Many s**ers die when the shotgun scatter From block to block, hood to hood, street to street Boy you can't f** with me So for those who told you to jump up and talk sh** Admit you b**h, your little a** got lit [Bridge] [Hook 1] You don't wanna get in trouble With a n***a like the Tecca Nina If you looking like an enemy (Bust) We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just) (Breathe) Hey son, what the f** are you duckin' from? (Breathe) They come best to fight every f**in' one (Breathe) Say some, punks bound to sell coke and guns (Breathe) Sprayin' guns, might result in you bustin' some (Breathe) [Outro] That's beautiful Ronnz from Berlin and sh**, hardcore cat Blaze your weed to this This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson W.J. Weed Capone n***a If I ever breathe, if I ever live sh** no more f**in' man Believe this blunt I'm blazin' And still listen to your kids That's real sh**, n***a Breathe