Lyrics How Im Breathin (feat. D-Bo) - Eastman Records

My brains got Thirty six personas
One for Each Chamber
So I think I'm looking good
With the crew that I came with
A disclaimer
For all you mothafucka's that wanna doubt the D-Bo
You can go an ask my neighbor but I doubt that he knows
There's no aiming or telling
Where the fuck I'm busting
Cause there hasn't been a morning lately I've woken up trusting
Another mans hand out
Good thing I don't fuckin take them
Id rather snatch that mothafucka an have you watch me break them like Bane in plain site
Got your dame with my name without a chain that ain't right
Mary Janes my only girl, I love her pearls an her plight
Diced you are, I might just off every little thing
That makes me mash my fuckin hands on the burning stove to run around and paint like
Mothafucka please believe me when I tell you
I ain't the one to fuck with
Ill pull up on your stoop and quickly mix my nuts in
That venti chai or whatever the fuck your bitch was drinking
I tried listening to you but that's like brushing my teeth without a sink an
I think I'm on the brink of something or I think I need or shrink or something
Because my thoughts are getting to big for my head to hide
An I need to find a piece of mind an realize the only savory is
Raking paper an smoking reefer
Don't believe me? read the Shafer, than ask yourself do you wanna legalize now or later
State after State raking paper
An only if they federally relayed the same principles
Would a Troop feel okay ta
Put the bottle down but who am I to clown
You don't got to be Urkel to know that family matters
An these are just some thoughts from another trapped rapper so

Let me tell you how I'm breathing
Smoke is puffin through my pop filter
As I'm seeing ghosts an I don't know
What most of you want from me
But its the half of me that's hot
That keeps me killing for the smoke
So let me toke and tell you
How I'm breathing

Let me tell you how I'm Breathing
Smoke is puffing through my pop filter
As I'm seeing ghosts an I don't know
What most of you want from me
But its the half of me that's hot
That keeps me killing for the smoke
So lemme toke and tell you
How I'm Breathing

D-Bo Elf Guapo Marra chinnie Onna Poopstick
Unc's been calling me that since day one get used to it
An let the proof hit who spits the illest
Ya may never know, but never say never cause
You don't know Bo, with a D
That's me, Patiently, Waiting for you to see
That my penmanship is as clean as the stitching for Mitchell 'n' Ness
Every hat fits there's no need to second guess so
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is D-Bo an I'm like the new bully to this rap game
An I don't need a cube to be as cold as ice
I just rap flames when I'm robbing hoods, Batman style
Swinging for the fences leaving you defenseless
To do nothing else besides choose whose shoes you tryna fill in
Is it pops? is it moms? or the cops or the villains
D-Bo stop you're clogging flows like shots of penicillin
But fuck it, Mr. Guapo told me to keep pushing pencils
Till I've stenciled in a fuckin blueprint on how to coup a couple
Dimes with my two cent an my nuisance
Fuck them loose ends, gambling with my jewels is not something I do since I've learned
How to wear and tear emcees a new piece of quiche
Excuse my French but Alicia Keys has some knees an I need a piece of mind
To help me find a way to shed some light on the darkest part of day
When the sun is down its time to fuckin part ways with the bullshit
An jam, until the day dam, spread myself thin while I dance
With my squad full of moolies
Ones got the rachet an that's just the tool he's using to turn this shit up
An your shit down, for what, for good
This mumble mouth shit needs to come to an end or should
Be played in the elevators so you mothafucka's take the stairs
I don't care I'm loving it, McDonalds has yall fucked up I'm shoving it
To the next topic
I want you to crush a can of crush just to crush the can
Cause you can do what the fuck you wanna do
That's some shit you need to understand
As I'm piecing the pieces to this first thesis know
My demeanor is geared towards two things
Peace 'n' Lovin weed
Everything else just feels like temptations to me