all the witches And slaves to our skinny thighs Breathe on it God breathes a mighty storm I can teach a whole wet army To breathe on fire And when I breathe on it
It's over, I mean it It's over, I believe it now I'm washed up. AFTER ARGUMENTS Deathbeds and guarded borders Bedpans and doctors orders Move on and
emcees got no chance, it's so sad They say to Canibus, "Will you ever run out of things to say? How much breath can a man breathe in a day?" Needless
in my raps It's documented, I'm in it Everyday of the week I live in it, breathing it It's more than just fucking believing it I'm holding in ones,
Wack emcees got no chance, it's so sad They say to Canibus, "Will you ever run out of things to say? How much breath can a man breathe in a day?" Needless
