(Verse #1) Its the beginning of the 9th inning and Im winning/ Youll find me mind-bending inside of each five-minute time limit/ And its documented, were breaking bones of contention/ Fine tuning whats spinning and expanding my dominion/ These upper-handed dimensions all contributed to the folklore/ Got rappers raising their standards, fans demanding what theyd hoped for/ Cramming letters in a bottle. Well just call it a test tube/ My style is Aristotle mixed with Krush Groove (So Just Move!)/ And watch my verses cut through when you hear the words I Love You/ Break off a piece of my heard tucked into every record groove/ And youll walk different in these corrective shoes/ But youll recognize the revolution and act out what most dont get to do/ Youll take whats meant for you, no longer survive on what they pass down/ Win or lose, youll live your life knowing you never backed down/ Cause man shall not live by the bottle alone/ I keep a fist raised to the sky so you can follow me home, it goes/
(Hook) If you know like we know, BREATHE SLOW/ BREATHE SLOW (Repeat)
(Verse #2) Until my body cracks the pavement and shakes the face of the basement/ Lacing the foundation with scars that sacrifice is bound to leave/ Break inner-city boundaries so suburbanites are down to see/ This cultural way of life and how music is more than sound to me/ But freedoms lungs are heavy from pushing these smoke signals out/ And weve become so disillusioned that were scared to notice/ The eviction notice speaking its clout with screams and shouts, but trust me/ Claritys waiting there on the other side of your focus/ So snatch the breath from blasphemy emphatically/ Transform naturally, control the art before it masters me/ Breathe slow and hold the hand of whoever you can reach for/ Touch the ones youve never seen before til the common good is restored/ Til the homeless are all execs and capitalism yields to ethics/ Til janitors live in mansions and schoolteachers can push a Lexus/ Til beef is deaded and debt is erased or collected/ Til the projects and country clubs are now and forever connected/ Ill speak my messages til they get it/ Until youre touched by something sacred and love is all that youre left with/ Blessed is the head that shares the crown that he possesses/ Consider yourselves my brethren and this song is my confession/ Cause man shall not live by the bottle alone/ I keep a fist raised to the sky so you can follow me home/ And all your problems cant be solved by one call on the phone/ I keep a fist raised to the sky so you can follow me home, it goes/
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(Verse #3) Right before you rock a show, BREATHE SLOW/ When a promoter owes you dough, BREATHE SLOW/ When your career doesnt blow [up], BREATHE SLOW/ You bounced five checks in a row, BREATHE SLOW/ If youre tired of being po, BREATHE SLOW/ You cant see the status quo, BREATHE SLOW/ You got more cons than pros, BREATHE SLOW/ You got fisticuffs to throw, BREATHE SLOW/ Ayo, your boss told you no, BREATHE SLOW/ Say Mars ILL told you so, BREATHE SLOW/ You gotta suffer to grow, BREATHE SLOW/ Shine your light until you glow, BREATHE SLOW
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