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illogic - room to breathe lyrics

[verse 1]
this is all from the ground up
hands down, too fly to land now
stand up for those made to sit while
you were playing patty cake with your wack friends
i was on my bas-m-nt floor perfecting my backspin
i’m hip-hop from my locks to the b-lls of my feet
when your record drops, watch it shatter in the streets
you keep chattering your t–th like you’re scared to speak up
last week your gums were flapping like they couldn’t keep shut, look
i’ll crush your pride if it’s on your shoulder
you were never hot, each year you got colder
now you’re frostbitten with soft writtens, i off kittens
from [?] we sn-tch [?] every time the snare snaps
you can’t rap, that’s reality
cadence [?], run some laps before you challenge me
i’ll stand alone, you can get the calvary
i’ll hold the throne and allow you and your crew to bow to me

[chorus]
what’chu sayin’
what’chu want
we don’t like people who front
you easily could get done
and we don’t need to pull guns

what’chu sayin’
what’chu want
we don’t like people who front
you easily could get done
and we don’t need to pull guns

with a little bit of soul
with a little dash of funk
with a whole lot of sk!ll
enough to make your speakers pump

[verse 2]
give me a little room to breathe, stop the tomfoolery
if i lose the sleeves in bare arms in rare form
soon to be the greatest emcee you’ll see in a thousand lifetimes ‘cause i write rhymes fluently
you’re lost in the source, yo, this ain’t new to me
i’m a veteran better than most, leaving trails of ghosts but severing heads from coast to coast
brag and boast if you love embarr-ssment
what’s left of your life—cherish it
‘cause i dismantle arrogance with a felt tip pen
he’s in the back of the club with guns again
he’s never alone, he’s always with a group of friends
i’m on some grown man, them hold hands with no clan
on my own [?] so if it don’t work, i know where the blame stand
we both put on the same pants
i just rock ‘em different to shock ‘em different

[chorus]
what’chu sayin’
what’chu want
we don’t like people who front
you easily could get done
and we don’t need to pull guns

what’chu sayin’
what’chu want
we don’t like people who front
you easily could get done
and we don’t need to pull guns

with a little bit of soul
with a little dash of funk
with a whole lot of sk!ll
enough to make your speakers pump

- illogic lyrics

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