hold on me. If I just breathe; And I jump in, 'cause the water ain't that deep. If I just breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe) If I just breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe
top [Chorus] What you really need is What you really need is All you really need is breath control Breath control, breath control, breath control What you really need is breath
odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little other than ourselves. Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists
Jacktown.... [1st Verse: J Da Groova] (If I wanna free?) my mind I feel pain and stress accompanied by fear of falling, and war Gotta hold my breath
em, anybody want em? If so, come in, plummet to the depths of the soul No evidence of rest, impressin, it's just breath control Black as coal, ?provomic
slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure off the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath
live on what you need, not on what you own To go, and make do, to get back to nature To live, and breathe, to see but not to own I'm going to camp out
Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens Hold up, let me steal a breath 'Cause
a good vibe I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a good side Just want to appreciate this fuckin life and have a good time Write good rhymes, shit, smoke
rhythm I elevate while you perpetuate your malopropism [Yo, wha, what did he just call me, dun?] Yo, I don't know, man. Yo, I, I don't know what he just
writing rhymes When you roff writin rhymes you're thinking of them I'm not in this for myself I'm in this for the whole camp, damn And now i see all this
I'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag i suck at rapin yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers
top [chorus] What you really need is What you really need is All you really need is breath control Breath control, breath control, breath control What you really need is breath
while you perpetuate your malopropism [Sole mimmicking El-P] Yo, wha, what did he just call me dun? Yo, I don't know man Yo, I, I don't know what he just
can't breathe. On it's whole, words are the life support. Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless. Without me I'm just another fucking
closely together Because we have little other than ourselves. Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists. They hope to
off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure off the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath