Lirieke:
An Horse Little Lungs

told me, they told me. I should just concentrate and breathe, breathe, Your little lungs sighed, breathe your little lungs you breathe your little lungs sighed. Breathe your little you breathe, your little lungs

dope I'm a sale client-tell Got me on top wit raps a crook But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs So mutha fuckas took they last look I'm broke

from the forthcoming "a view from masada" [movie sample] *horses neighing* As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses

reefer head of course And after all this time I guess that I'm a conniseur of sorts Now your stuff smells okay But this could tranquilize a horse I'll

The old man, illest showman, my moldin' With logic equal to fifteen Vulcans An' I'm soakin', face lookin' blank Shoot this little kid up with horse tranq' An

Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing* What now, nigga

channel I took you there once I think it was after the Lead mill The water was dirty and it smelt of industrialization Little masters coughing their lungs

, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got

was seeing if my thoughts could split the sea apart again From now, to the here-after My lungs lung punch to crush queer rappers that fear laughter [