Breathe

Now these are Shadow Boogie's sick disorderly views Holdin you speakers hostage, it ought to be news Wasn't ready for my disorder he was cold confused Must ain't know we was running things Should have bought him some shoes I told him, "Step up the game", he went and got him some jewels I guess he wasn't payin attention when I told him the rules He could've saved himself the trouble if he'd got him some clues The equation is simple nigga, you cross me you lose See what we do? Leave him steamin like oysters at a clam bake You're effort to take my place get faker than your handshake My cynical sickness too shady too schemed too scam Make you what moths do to flame from the time that I plant bait No look in my direction for you and your man sake You're two to my one is like handless niggas flippin pancakes For your clan sake I hope you forget We the hardest to see and therefore hardest to hit Got a raw jealous spit Keep a target to split You react before thinkin and regardless you get Bust wide-ass open split from your chest to your lip Before them lyrics hit ya, I'll empty out a new clip It's like ah... Take breath of life with me Shadowman Boogie, the G, the MC Just ah... I-C-O-N-Z, Beyond Real, and O-W-D 3-0-5 til I D-I-E, Old World C-C-D-A-D-E, inhale this like you puffin on tree And when I step up just give me room to breathe Now these are Shadow Boogie's sick disorderly deeds I carry a hunger for life and niggas callin it greed Raised in Dade County, nigga, Disorderly Breed They never should have let me out, but still I ought to be freed He wasn't aware of my potency he caught him a freeze And he ain't a trapped rat, he just caught up in cheese He's strugglin for nothin, it's like he fought with a breeze "There's so much more tonight", he'll talk, when he caution MC's Cause G, I ain't a salesman I'm tryin to tell ya somethin (For real) But in the process I'm hoping to sell you somethin Dog, you lookin nervous like you goin to jail or something That shit ain't makin no noise dog, you need to yell or somethin You'll light incense when I drop shit They like, "Man, I'm smellin somethin" Cause up North I'm fat and out West I'm hella bumpin Got a million-dollar mansion, project, and trailer jumpin With shit so humpin it got ya trunk bumpin With me murderin your beats, that's what you'd expect That ain't hard to except, take a deep ass breath and just Ah... Take breath of life with me Shadowman Boogie, the G, the MC Just ah... I-C-O-N-Z, Beyond Real, and O-W-D 3-0-5 til I D-I-E, Old World C-C-D-A-D-E, inhale this like you puffin on tree And when I step up just give me room to breathe A southern to the hilt, so clean but so gutted My shit open up to get you high, can't it buddy? Infectious, all under ya skin, ain't it buddy? It sound so god-damn crisp, but ain't it duded? I do it for Miami and her bastard sons For her concrete jungles and jurassic slums Breathe lyrics so harsh that they crack my gums And I'ma continue to breathe til I collapse my lungs Like ah... Take breath of life with me Shadowman Boogie, the G, the MC Just ah... I-C-O-N-Z, Beyond Real, and O-W-D 3-0-5 til I D-I-E, Old World C-C-D-A-D-E, inhale this like you puffin on tree And when I step up just give me room to breathe Inhale, exhale [repeated]