Breathe lyrics

Artist  : Tech N9ne 
Song : Breathe



 Send "Breathe" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Verse 1:



Never duck another mother
fucker repeat it

Never duck another mother
fucker

Nigga better delete it

put the
cerebellum in killa mode

For real a foe can
never get

with what a gorilla know

Killa syllable fillin'

yo biblical ritual
the shit to get rid

Of yo pain hearing your
pitiful game, 

this is political pain

Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain

with a unforgettable aim

Nigga lookin'
for a spot to bust

Cause the homie that you
killed meant a lot to us

Buck instead I'm
lookin for a cop to fuck

Kill a nigga like
he was rockin' a swastika

You can do it but
you blew it cause lockin' up 

get your ride
on nigga is you rock or what?

Lots of luck,


you're really gonna need it hella
heated

Mother fucker let the glock erupt,
Box him up 

I don't wanna be the one

to get a milla meter in the gut

I wanna
be the one to hit'em with another milli

cut
up In the middle I'm a little sick

And
different And I meant it 

when I said it
you remember that?

(Hell mother fuckin'
yeah)

you don't wanna get in trouble

With a nigga like the Teccanina

if your
lookin' like a enemy bust

We don't ever
stop and take a minute

we just



Chorus:



(BREATHE!)

Hey son
what the fuck are you duckin' from?

(BREATHE!)

They come bets to fight every
fuckin'one

(BREATHE!)

Say some punks
around and some buckin' guns

(BREATHE!)

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some

(BREATHE!)



Verse 2:



Never let a hatin' mother fucker

see ya
sweat

Bleed the chest no need regret 

A 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 he hate or
penetrate 

The loop of love

a nigga
made if you steppin to me

You will never
benefit

Nigga if I start it Imma finish
it

Run up on a mother fucka 

while he
fuckin' a chick

Put a bullet in her head
while she suckin' the dick

Wasn't a bit of
evidence baby it's irrelevant

You got it
with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit

Bring pain 2 everyone in your face with the
bane

You bury some its mother fuckin' shame


we carry guns

If you don't you're
insane or very dumb

Teccanina's too rough
(too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too
tough), you scarred (you scarred)

cause a
nigga know

A mother fuckin' round will
spit

Fuckin' around with the killa clown
and shit.

If you really wanna do it nigga
we can step into

Put us up against some
mother fuckers 

and we runnin' thru it

Fuck a nigga buck a nigga

if he think
he's a gorilla

Meant I when I said it you
remember that

(hell mother fuckin'
yeah)

You don't wanna get in trouble

With a nigga like the Teccanina

if you're
lookin' like a enemy, bust

We don't ever
stop and take a minute

we jus,



Chorus:



(BREATHE!)

Hey son
what the fuck are you duckin' from?

(BREATHE!)

They come bets to fight every
fuckin'one

(BREATHE!)

Say some punks
around and some buckin' guns

(BREATHE!)

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some

(BREATHE!)



Verse 3:



Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun

Now I'm
on the out run

Flowin' the beginning hot
cooked will done

Fuckin' wit a crazy insane
warlord

Punks wanna trip but they know 

I'm too mother fuckin' hard

Deadly
ticking like a time bomb

Fuckin' with me
you think you were in Vietnam

When I
explode aint nuttin left

but remains for
those who are froze

For fuckin' wit a nigga
insane

Mentally minded mad mother fuckin'
mad man

is out to attack

Sinkin'
punks like quick sand

droppin' and
poppin'

Any punk that bucks up 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 trigga


of an uzi a twelve gauge

Really
don't matter many suckas die

When the shot
gun scatter

From block 2 block, hood 2
hood

Street 2 street boy you can't fuck
with me

So 4 those who chose 2 jump up and
talk shit

Admit ya bitch your little ass
got lit

I don't wanna be the one

to
get a milla meter in the gut

I wanna be the
one to hit'em with another milli

cut up In
the middle I'm a little sick

And different
And I meant it 

when I said it you remember
that?

(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)

You
don't wanna get in trouble

With a nigga
like the Teccanina

if your lookin' like a
enemy bust

We don't ever stop and take a
minute

we just breathe



Chorus
(2x):



(BREATHE!)

Hey son what
the fuck are you duckin' from?

(BREATHE!)

They come bets to fight every
fuckin'one

(BREATHE!)

Say some punks
around and some buckin' guns

(BREATHE!)

Spray guns might result in you bussin' some

(BREATHE!)