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Testi Black Star - Respiration Remix
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 We lyrically rich, listed, spiritually fit  
 Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy  
 In God's eyes I'm wealthy  
 Felt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lights  
 Time traveled with dissipating on battles my brethren fight  
 For birth rights they already got, and shouldn't have to get  
 Break down the steady plot that's accurate  
 Bust the shots that's immaculate  
 Take it to your nugget cause my beloveds covet they freedom  
 Believe it put nothing above it loving to leave it  
 We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill  
 Like sharks keep it grooving we could never be still  
 Swimming in the channel of life  
 The orators of rhymes handling mics  
 Tiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelights  
 Everlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cash  
 Flashing passes for classes of the third past then blast it  
 Makaveli 4, I'm betting on brothers who have nothing to live for  
 To give more to the struggle, they already at war  
 So much on my mind I just can't recline  
 Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine  
 Breathe in, Breathe out  
 Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call  
 I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing  
 (Mos Def)  
 I push my pen and wrote this scribe  
 Like the morning wouldn't find me alive  
 I'm surrounded on all sides  
 By the kind in the pool, wise men and the fool  
 Young guns in tennis school get no glasses and glue  
 Get yours, get it right  
 Get down, get paid, get ass, get around  
 Get on, get fly, get jig and get high  
 Live to get and you'll only end up getting by  
 When the nighttime covers the city like a coat  
 I approach and assemble my host  
 Enter nosed? caught asleep in the city that don't  
 Cause I won't that you rest noises on your doorstep  
 Dump the stress  
 Police the park, mam, raise the park bench on nonsense  
 Cause they fail to see the brothers' conference  
 Regardless we bond tight and we rumble all day to break night  
 Daylight why we living to death, you ain't right  
 The same fight about my nighttime habits is mad static  
 But the city's just so alive that I just got to have it  
 The planet of Brook-LAWN is what I look on  
 Ghetto chef rock your vest while you getting your cook on  
 Dedicating this song to Scott LaRock, Big and pop  
 Call ?Nature Ray?, Betty Carter and John Henry CLark  
 Romp around and freedom fights going down  
 You set the pace, now you finish the race  
 It's on now  
 So much on my mind I just can't recline  
 Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine  
 Breathe in, Breathe out  
 Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call  
 I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing  
 (Bridge)  
 Don't get too close because you might get shot (2X)  
 (Black Thought)  
 One's for the treble, two's for the bass  
 Up in your face, just taking up space  
 On the case like Blodrack?, drugs like Prozac  
 Flavor and you know dat kid that shit's so fat  
 Downlo devious, previous mischevious  
 Looking like a feeling, here to make a killing  
 Appealing to the hiphop crowd rowdy loud  
 RahRahRah and harrass pay me cash  
 A late night excursion looking and listening  
 To scenes I be fitting in the rhyme that I'm getting in  
 Finishing the job I'm total asset pass it  
 My eyes so red that broke bread I pack nuff lead  
 This is how I want it part of the storm  
 So when I 8 for the dome then blow the spot is blown  
 Do you understand it the mic, yo, I demanded  
 Riffing, it doesn't make a difference  
 Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X)  
 Is it real, huh? Is it really is that buddha  
 In the philly, I let the smoke influenced me to laught at jokes  
 When I'm writing down the hot on paper  
 So I create beats to trigger up my flamer  
 Then I commence to set it off with a sentence  
 "Whack emcees keep your distance"  
 Instantly just like a bomb of the mic is in my palm  
 I do harm but coolly calm with the firearms  
 Dangerous flavorous  
 Lyrically miracle street life material  
 Kept up in the stereo so here we go for niggas know what's up  
 Oh yeah, the hardcore shit  
 Making chumps forfeit  
 Walking on you, stepping on you just like a doormat  
 Check the format, definitely all that  
 The extreme dopest getting focus  
 Now I'm gonna spark this, now I'm gonna smoke this  
 Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X
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