Texty:
Breathing Fire Mouth

Should keep mine sealed shut. I open my mouth. Good sense abandoned. Betrayed by humility. Dare to mention insecure. Devote attention. Knife from

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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