Breathe - B-Real, Crow

Breathe, breathe, man

Just let it go

(Breathe)

Weed, dawg

Just play!

Someone call an ambulance 'cause when the hammers danced there ain’t no tellin'

Who’s, fallin' the standards, strong and the battle stance it’s hard to

(Breathe), when you’re running for your life and there ain’t no

Shelter that you can hide in, try to

(Breathe), and just stay calm and try to get

Through every little fork in the road, you know the

(Breathe), load is getting heavier when you’re stacking up dough, homie

And never let them see you fall, you can’t

(Breathe) from the choke hold, that’s why you tappin', you throwin'

Better that, than to get me clappin', you won’t

(Breathe) any longer if we out here strappin'

So many nights the gun bites when the melees happen, I wanna

(Breathe) so give me some room, before we fuck you

And you screamin' that you light-headed dizzy, just

(Breathe), inhale, exhale, no joke, we get you

(Breathe), all twisted up from all the kush we smoke

Man, can’t you contact, go 'head 'n' fill your lungs up

Hold them in 'til you’re high as fuck, remember

(Breathe), so your conk-ass don’t pass out

The last on with, I still

(Breathe) can’t you hear it, homie?

My hearts pumpin' I’m

In the streets tryin' to your somethin', I

(Breathe) and I never let you stop me you wanna

(Breathe) out then don’t talk about me, man

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause we won’t let you

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause we won’t let you

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause we won’t let you

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause-

Cause motherfucker take notice, the new West Coast

We stand and stay focused, wrote this shit

I mix it up I spin my sentiment

Street Genesis, the Bible’s newest testament

I cleanse another mental when I spit these thoughts external

I’m a soldier that’s universal, that told you I will hurt you

I make sick dog music, they lose it in the circle

They try to kill you and send you straight to the morgue

When I spit these words at you they gone admire in «The Source»

I’m the lord of discipline, with a cup of gin, grinnin'

Just tryin' to make a million, so fuck your opinions

I got no feelin’s so you really can’t compare me

Unless you also backed by the SS military

Where we prepare daily for our day of deployment

I destroy men with spit shine bullets, the chamber poison

Metal pipes that set out life, it’s like gunpowder

The power to divide a man’s soul from his heart

White hot, I’m like Christ bringing light to the dark ages

Like CDs to haters, man, I think I’m going crazy

In a world where we skillin' and we tryin' to find some balance

I mastered these words so I ain’t wastin' my talent

I spit 16 bars from the pages without changes

I spit exactly what I feel remainin' the bravest

Crow Soto, B-Real, kings among average men

To do the damage I’m usin' a gun and the pen

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause we won’t let you

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause we won’t let you

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause we won’t let you

(Breathe), go and get your gun, son you better run

Don’t come back 'cause-