Tech N9ne Breathe (Feat. Big Krizz Kaliko) Lyrics
            Verse 1:
        
            Never duck another mother f___er repeat it
            Never duck another mother f___er
            n____ 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 s___ 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
            n____ lookin' for a spot to bust
            Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
            Buck instead of lookin' for a c___ to f___
            Kill a n____ like he was rockin' a swastika
            You can do it but you blew it cause lockin' up
            get your ride on n____ is you rock or what?
            Lots of luck,
            you're really gonna need it hella heated
            Mother f___er 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 f___in' yeah)
            you don't wanna get in trouble
            With a n____ 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 f___ are you duckin' from?
            (BREATHE!)
            They come bets to fight every f___in'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 f___er
            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 n____ in the grave if he hate or penetrate
            The loop of love
            a n____ made if you step into me
            You will never benefit
            n____ if I start it Imma finish it
            Run up on a mother f___a
            while he f___in' a chick
            Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the d___
            Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant
            You got it with yo n____ that's the luck of the grit
            Bring pain 2 everyone in your face with the bane
            You bury some its mother f___in' 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 n____ know
            A mother f___in' round will spit
            f___in' around with the killa clown and s___.
            If you really wanna do it n____ we can step into
            Put us up against some mother f___ers
            and we runnin' thru it
            f___ a n____ buck a n____
            if he think he's a gorilla
            Meant I when I said it you remember that
            (hell mother f___in' yeah)
            You don't wanna get in trouble
            With a n____ 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 f___ are you duckin' from?
            (BREATHE!)
            They come bets to fight every f___in'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
            f___in' wit a crazy insane warlord
            Punks wanna trip but they know
            I'm too mother f___in' hard
            Deadly ticking like a time bomb
            f___in' with me you think you were in Vietnam
            When I explode aint nuttin left
            but remains for those who are froze
            For f___in' wit a n____ insane
            Mentally minded mad mother f___in' 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 f___ed up
            There it is you little b____ made
            n____ 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 f___ with me
            So 4 those who chose 2 jump up and talk s___
            Admit ya b____ your little a__ 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 f___in' yeah)
            You don't wanna get in trouble
            With a n____ 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 f___ are you duckin' from?
            (BREATHE!)
            They come bets to fight every f___in'one
            (BREATHE!)
            Say some punks around and some buckin' guns
            (BREATHE!)
            Spray guns might result in you bussin' some
            (BREATHE!)
        
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