{Intro 2x}
Breathe Again
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta...
{Beege}
This is a written proposition for those who stayin envy-driven
Bad livin when ya floos are weak like run-down buildins
Like a virgin I don't give a fuck, its Beege they gonna listen
Got fans blowin my head, and not the ones from a ceilin
Treat foes like hoes, hit em from behind its back-breakin funny
When I put the batt to ya back like the Energizer Bunny
Cowards hope to make it big like American Idol singers
Only time you gettin signed is when you see this middle finger
See you spreadin the hate but it cashes at the bank
Cause you spreadin my name and when they listen, its a sold tape
What can I say? throw up two fingers and a big fat thanks
Cause I'm use to receivin shit more than a septic tank
And everybody fallin trap into the action of the verbs
Its like a game of "Simon Says" how they follow every word
Secretary state, notin every line my dome stirs
Pen and pad in the chest pocket like ya cliché nerd
Broads learn, the true meaning of male anatomy
When I keep drainin these women like rechargeable batteries
My message simple and creative so the masses understand
When I bust out the booth I'm feelin' just like Superman
Make you start to shake from the vocals that I put upon ya
My music groundbreakin like the earthquakes up in California
Spittin lyrical shit ya'll suckas can't even comprehend
I know ya'll felt that "Breathe" cut but lovin more to "Breathe (Again)"
