Breathing fire. Fill the sky. With smoke and spires. Black and high. Lungs corroded sealed and charred. Losing time. Erosion of reality. Kaleidoscopic
moment you arrived A white suit from London, and shoes from Paris Don't you wanna spend about an hour with me The scent and the aroma refuses to breathe
the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty
problems they breathe Their fire is real The coins that they keep You cannot steal Even when you're asleep They'll be here still Breathing out or in
I'm comin back like Jesus Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath,
: Touched by the toil and plunged into his arm cursed thru the night thru eyes of alarm A melody black flowed out of my breath searching for death but
and father equal but I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark, gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light
shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and
bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how we
sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw
: [Intro: people whispering] Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) What did y'all discover? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it
There the camp of the Black Pope was placed His legions breath, through the valleys the raced Charlots they rode, and their skulls were iron-plated Belching fire
man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Moonlight lady I'm on fire And I can hardly breathe Time goes by And all alone My poor heart grieves I love you just 'cause I do I didn't plan it with
lost beyond reach My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease Plant my 2 feet, shootin with the quick release Never cease fire from a Street called
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe I take down what I need Cause you know I need to breathe I'm tired of walking on another plane Another plane cause
bars God and devil, life and death, results from ghetto Mics and breath, Hip-Hop or techno Bet those people feel me Rap's a plant seed in the field G
