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Title: Breathe Deep
Artist: Def Tex
Label: Son Records
Year: 2000
Song Copyright: Son Records

Last Modified: 19th February 2002
Transcribed by: Delbwoy
Contact: qed@ukhh.com
Artist Discography

Chrome:
WHOOPS. YOU’VE JUST BEEN BEATEN BY A SHINY METAL MAN. BASICALLY BREAKIN MOULDS, SLAMIN YA JAM, I’M MAKIN’ YA MY FAN AND I AM AN MC AND I MC, AN MC’S MC. PURELY AND COMPLETELY A MASTER OF CEREMONY. BONY AND SKINNY UP ON THE OUT. BUT THE POWER LIES WITHIN. SO BEFORE YOU JUDGE MY APPEARANCE YOU’D BETTER CONSIDER MORE THAN JUST A FRAME. BECAUSE I DELIVER FOR AND BUST YOUR BRAIN. BEWARE MY INTERFERENCE OVER POWERING YOUR SIGNAL. YOUR LAME LYRICS LINGER LIKE LINGERIE LACED WITH CRANBERRY JUICE FROM THE WRONG TIME OF THE MONTH LEFT OUT FOR TWO WEEKS IN THE SUN. BUT WAIT IT’S ONLY JUST BEGUN A TRADITION OF BRAGGIN’ AND BOASTIN’ BEATIN’ SUCKERS FROM COAST TO COAST LANDS. COS I ROAST MAN, SO HOT I’LL MAKE YOU RETIRE AS AN MC AND MAKE YOU WANNA GO AND BE A POSTMAN. THIS IS A WARING TO YOU WHO THINK YOUR SLICK. HERE’S A QUICK STICK OF DYNAMITE TO INFLICT PAIN. WELL EQUIPPED. AND TO ALL YOU POP MC’s YOU CAN COME WRAP YA LIPS UP AROUND MY CHAMPION STICK.

Anthropologist:
I’M COMING UP FOR AIR SWIMMIN AROUND IN THIS SHIT FOR FEAR OF NOT KNOWING WHERE I’M GOING AND TO DARE STEPPING ON THOSE NEEDLES EVIL PEOPLES EQUAL FEEBLE STEEPLES BENDING BURNING CRASHING DEEPENED BY THOSE HEATHENS LASHINGS I’M GOING DOWN TO NEAR THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOMLESS SUNK LIKE YOU’VE FORGOTTEN US THEY’VE LEFT NOW SMELL THE ROTTENESS PEACE FLOATING ON THE TOP LIKE FLOTSAM RECENTLEY I’VE FORGOT TO THINK OF THOUGHTS THEN JOT SOME EVERLASTING ANECOOTES THROW EM TO SEE. IF THEY FLOAT IF THEY SINK SEE. IF THEY THINK WORDS HAVE THE NEED TO BREATH I’LL JUST LEAVE AND I WON’T GRIEVE CLIMBING UP THE SHORE OF MY SLEEVE SPLASHING GULPING GASPING CRAWLING SPRAWLING UNDER FOREARMS PALM TREES. MIDDAY SUN BURNING CURVACIOUS LETTERS IN METRIC INTERLOCKING SENTENCES HEAPED ANAGRAMS YOU KNOW ITS HECTIC AND THE WEAK ONES SUNK SO THEY WON’T BE FLYING IN MY FUNK SO I’LL FISH EM OUT WITH A FISHING NET. AND THROW EM OUT TO THE SEAGULLS SO I’M SEEING WORDS IN THE SKY MIXED WITH THE TASTE OF BRINE SPELLING A CRY FOR HELP ON THE CLOUDS AS THEY START TO CLIMB.