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hovat - breathe lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m on that good looking nerd sh-t
occasionally swervish
that kick it with the words to the fluffy white herd sh-t
you ain’t a wordsmith, i’m different with the verbage
i’m training day and night a little smoking on that herbage
you mother f-ckers worthless though/hit you with the perfect flow
f-ck swag surfing dog we turfing and the earth is ho’s
colossal heatwave knocking out the circuits slow
see me working hard getting bread you watch a circus show
here to entertain, for you i call this “enter pain”
you dissenters, bet you change when i enter in a range
enter in a rage like a f-cking hurricane, break your f-cking barricade
make you have to bear a cane
amerikkka’s nightmare/know that i don’t fight fair
hit below the belt? nah i’ll pop you like a nice snare
shop for you a nice pair of knifes to end your life square
straight down the street hit your wrist, make a right there
higher than a buddhist doing yoga on the summit
every track sound the same you’re like kroeger when he strumming
stay out of my lane – see me speeding – hear me coming
see me scheming – leave them bleeding on the beat and then he’s nothing
buffing out the blemish, perfection is the premise
this a cheap apartment and i’m kicking out the tenants
serve them like its tennis, eviction notice – i’m quick to blow this whole f-cking sh-t up
now motha f-cker get up

[verse 2]
whiter than the mountain found in anthony’s office
and i’m cautious cause my monies short as amputee coffins
chris walkenish, pasty as a crest tubes contents
crazy as hawking talking bless you nonsense
cause you got some gold like a pharaoh in egypt don’t mean you’ll end up in a tomb with a scarab and egret
that means your legacy will never be – or ever breathe
bad news to a dude like you no linda ellerbee
f-ck a no spin zone, when i’m propelling these
similes around yo dome and there’s no l-ing me
only w’s/hover up above of ya
you p-ssy punks so pink like hubba bubba bruh
snubs doubled up, fit looking double lux
spit like i’m double humped, rubbing on a bubble b-tt
your career is in the rubble bruh
face down looking at rocks just like the hubble does
so you don’t want the trouble cuz

[verse 3]
only cracker in the town that even knows what belly is/puffing on a blunt, mind float like jellyfish
seize a banker’s scr-per, execute him where the heli is – gil said that they won’t show it on the televis
that’s the radical, weapons automatical – riots on sabbatical – pressure on your clavicle
i can’t take it – i can feel the earth breathing
but my very christian neighbor sees me as a heathen
i know you see it in the changing of the season
anxiety is building up for no apparent reason
people in the streets are screaming and some are feeding off flesh of human beings
releasing their inner demons
but d-mn b-tch
you know i got money on my mind like i live inside a tribe with a basket full rhymes
on my head – tryna barter with the game so that i can break bread
and live before i’m dead

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