Artist: Killah Priest Album: Black August Song: Breathe Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, breathe in, Priesthood Let's do it... [Killah Priest] Strung out, never that Young dude, clever cat Eat, shit, smoke, spit Get high, reminisce Sentences, for the jewels 81, pullin tools Junior high, junior fly Flunked a grade, summer school Run with crews, kept me drunk Blunted, every month Hundred shoes, every stunt Wanted jewels, never front Got older, hunger grew Watch most of younger fools Crouch over from guns they use A lot closer than the most of you Broke the rules, microphone One two revolutions Son's true, evolution In the rhyme, ghetto music In the mind, tongue I'm moving In time, entwined Lines, all kinds of ideas Thoughts expose a rose Paints pictures, that's very clear Like a sphere, falling from the Atmos My rap soaks in the pages Pens I play with, different flavors Instant paper, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus 2X: Killah Priest] I just breathe The breath, the life from the mic, fill my notepad with sights May I guide you like God did the Israelites I just breathe The rap of Imhotep, into my cassette May awaken you, hold it in like herb in your chest I just breathe I grab the life from the mic, fill my notepad with sights May I guide you like God did the Israelites I just breathe The rap of Imhotep, into my cassette May awaken you, hold it in like herb in your chest [Killah Priest] I write it, spit it, fit it right in the dome Like a jewel, in the throne Microphone, recite a poem, hypertone Or mellow out the ghetto route that Attrack thugs, with metal out Crack, blood, devil houses Gats, drugs, feins and addicts Pushers Hookers scheming habits, cookers, lookers screaming maulness Task force, blast off Gats tossed in the hood Black crosses, burning wood Crack boss, turning good Nickelback, Pistol, Mask, black outs '74 Black watch, ready for war Sasquatch, fantastic 4 Bloods, Crips, Ku Klux Klan Wear the colors of our flag Love our mothers, love our dads Sister's strung out on that glass She went mad when they laced her Reefer Jumped out the window chasing Jesus Junkie in the garbage Told me, he's a prophet Used to recite scriptures And thus said white skin poppin Gems dropping in '88, babycakes my first born I'm crazy late, work's long, worst Merv was '91 [Chorus] [Killah Priest] Second son, I'm stressing young Blessings come, record deal Kept it real, test my skills 96' third born Word Bond, look just like me held em' tightly Melon IV, I'm the father and the author Changed my name to Masada Breathed rhymes, search mine First crime I stole earrings From this hoe in Queens Felt guilty but the feeling passed Learned to put all my feelings in my pad Pens I had if they could talk, my books a brain Can you read all his thoughts Grow folks, smoked sniff Old flicks, focus Flip page, sixth grade That's me, thick braids Swithchblade in the pocket, sick days in the projects, slick waves Under stocking caps, I'm just jottin raps Family, photo albums Guns, drugs, know the outcome Books where picture's buried, wedding flicks, obituaries Lyrics that be military, hunts you like cemeteries Hahahah... breathe in [Chorus]