Full "Just Breathe" freestyle. Complete with hooks/adlibs/effects. I also added a siren through out the whole beat because I kept hearing that shit in my head. Thought it would sound crazy.
Verse 1: Me Verse 2: K-Money Verse 3: Seville
Punchlines, Profanity, freestyles, multies
AKA Profanity AKA The Foul Mouth AKA Egotistical AKA The Attitude Problem AKA So Conceited AKA Vulgarity AKA The Michael Myers Of Rap AKA I'll Hit Your Momma With A Shovel AKA Greed AKA Why Talk About You When I Could Talk About Me AKA I'll Shit On You AKA Slap Stick AKA Loony AKA Montreal's Tony Montana AKA Yall Can Rake My Leaves AKA Stunning AKA It Aint My Fault AKA Mafia's First Son AKA Dont Hate Elevate AKA The Jermaine O'Neil Of Rap AKA Horrific AKA Marvelous AKA Hi Haters AKA Narcissistic AKA Criticize These Nuts
Lyrics
[Hook - Profanity]
Start a few brawls, so I can cause a few scars
and I strap a few 4s so I can blast a few foes
so *breathe* might be the last time you do
how it feel to look around and not find your crew?
then *breathe* knowin' that you got a hole in your chest?
and bleed knowin' that you gettin' close to your death?
you *breathe* notice that your girl soaks in your flesh
dude if I was you I wouldnt be holdin' my breath, so
*breathe*
[Verse 1 - Profanity]
use gats to shredder your van,
you'll need Pimp My Ride's "West Coast" to put it back together again(WEST COAST!)...
and Mass stacks the cheddar again,
strap macks, and pack caps, to clap back and blast past the regular men(and blast past the regular men!)...
mad, I'll let you know,
cuz' I been beefin' since a vest would cover me from head to toe(since yay high!)...
now, *breathe*, take one last breath,
clips fly 'til they empty and take one last breath...
break one last chest, shake one last pest,
bring the Reaper, FUCK cheat, I'll straight gun past death(I'll straight gun past death)...
find the steal and quickly squeeze,
so when this kat says he buys Big Macs in one of this tracks, it ain't 'cuz he signed a deal with Mickey D's(nah)(im lovin' it!)...
smack foes, dude beware,
and pack slugs that'll make your ass do the backstroke through the air(woooooo!)...
assholes who be there,
gon' be scared, when my big gat blows through your hair...
strap rose to your jeep,
they'll think you got massage chairs in your ride when I blast holes through your seet(aha!)...
Mass packin' a rocket,
nah this ain't no "gangsta lean", I got a heavy ass mack in pocket(oh shit!)...
I'm back and I'm rockin', attack and I'm cockin',
so fag watch what you say 'cuz I keep a hand on the strap when I'm talkin'...
[Hook - K-Money]
What you gonna do?
When Pro and K-Money
Come up to ya crew
U won't have a chance to BREATHE
See us comin' through
then you'll hafta meet
the gats comin' to you
now see if you can BREATHE
[Verse 2 - K Money]
Aiyo, I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck..
At the same time, pick up more greens than a pitch and putt..
The flow's too slick too touch..
Me and Pro can do a show and make ya virgin chick a slut..
Are we slick or what? I find ya bitch pretty..
Throw some game don't know her name but she's comin' to Rich city..
In the club you can find me with three chicks..
All huggin' my nuts like soccer players before the free kicks..
I ain't a DJ, bout I hope you know K-Slays..
Spray A-K's with bullets the size of hand grenades..
Beat me? please, you a silly new-bie..
shot's will have your brains scramblin' like the philly Q-B..
I ain't scurred to let them things shake..
I'm fuckin' ya bitch on March the way i make her springs break..
The Names K-Money cuz the cash is great..
that attracts the hoes and watch me hit that ass for days..
pass the haze.. knock em out like Cassius Clay...
Ya crew like the Suns i'll have them fast to break.. OOOH!
A collab with Profanity, this shit is insane
Ya'll G-Unit wannabes cuz your missin' ya game
[Hook - Seville]
Lets take a trip to the West
Welcome to Cali
When you smoking our weed
It makes it hard to breathe
Underground hip hop
and we do it for the streets
Los Angeles Take the time to breathe
[Verse 3 - Seville]
Its the kid from the west representin the best
proudly presentin the sickest emcee known to the rest
HOMIE....
just listen my missions to keep spittin
and keepin my beats kickin a rhythem of freak visions(whoa, whoa, whoa
Uh .. ready to crack the club ...
i aint talkin bout the dance floor .. im sayin ima smack you up
Im dead serious .. how many times i gotta say it
im the REMIX KING ... how many times u gonna play it
Boy ... where was you at when i had no home
you playin games ... like stadiums ima split that dome
U dont know ... how i roll ... so dont you talk
its c
