Should keep mine sealed shut. I open my mouth. Good sense abandoned. Betrayed by humility. Dare to mention insecure. Devote attention. Knife from
a wire Steam in the subway, earth is a fire Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do doo doo Woman, you want me, give me a sign And catch my breathing
in the pines Or work for the man down in the mine You never forget your first day in the hole There's a pit in your stomach and your mouth's full of
a place that we must go Into the soul, into the heart Into the dark There was fire, there was death There was lying on your breath I turned away, I
all his might And he got caught with the spotlight But when we get to the end He wanna start all over again I've got fire water right on my breath The
it's never enough Take in a breath slow nobody knows just too much You better be good, you know im from the hood and so, We give 'em the dough Fired out
funny style Then I don't need ya It's Saturday, this night fever Shit is popping, Acheeva my mouth cotton Tis the season for draws dropping and heavy breathing
or a ghost i collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grass and felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract and expand like a breathe
Death may come invisible Or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments To the
dream or a ghost I collapse out of turn Near a house lying still in the grass Felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract And expand like a breath
with a big foot pedagree Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in your prayers Each region breed some emcees that wanna be, which means they wanna breath
girl's cassette, deck, expect nothin comin soft, cause I'll never throw weaker blows I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker
smoke On the back burner You can just simmer around But on the front burner You betta burn, a fat one Roll it up, fire that shit up A fat one, fire
know, you ain't sayin', you ain't heard what he said Told you a closed mouth ain't gon' neva get Fed Now a open mouth'll get you county instead of the
regular weed It don't matter where we at, man, we fire in it up Security don't stop the weed, man, from findin' us Industry dick suckers keep runnin' ya mouth
sin follows through Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars Chorus: Black Magic, spit life with every breath
Sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it Temptation marches along till I'm surrounded Inspired by fire the sensual illusion
planet, amulets that conjure souls Doomed to float forever in the threshold of the crossroads Crossed bones & skulls, palms with a pulse The mouth of
