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Mars ILL - Breathe Slow
(from the album Backbreakonomics)
© copyright 2003

Verse 1:
It's the beginning of the 9th inning and I'm winning/
You'll find me mind-bending inside of each five-minute time limit/
And it's documented, we're breaking bones of contention/
Fine tuning what's spinning and expanding my dominion/
These upper-handed dimensions all contributed to the folklore/
Got rappers raising their standards, fans demanding what they'd hoped for/
Cramming letters in a bottle. We'll just call it a test tube/
My style is Aristotle mixed with Krush Groove (So Just Move!)/
And watch my verses cut through when you hear the words I Love You/
Break off a piece of my heart tucked into every record groove/
And you'll walk different in these corrective shoes/
But you'll recognize the revolution and act out what most don't get to do/
You'll take what's meant for you, no longer survive on what they pass down/
Win or lose, you'll live your life knowing you never backed down/
'Cause man shall not live by the bottle alone/
I keep a fist raised to the sky so you can follow me home, it goes

(Hook)
If you know like we know, BREATHE SLOW/BREATHE SLOW(Repeat)

Verse 2:
Until my body cracks the pavement and shakes the face of the basement/
Lacing the foundation with scars that sacrifice is bound to leave/
Break inner-city boundaries so suburbanites are down to see/
This cultural way of life and how music is more than sound to me/
But freedom's lungs are heavy from pushing these smoke signals out/
And we've become so disillusioned that we're scared to notice/
The eviction notice speaking its clout with screams and shouts, but trust me/
Clarity's waiting there on the other side of your focus/
So snatch the breath from blasphemy emphatically/
Transform naturally, control the art before it masters me/
Breathe slow and hold the hand of whoever you can reach for/
Touch the ones you've never seen before 'til the common good is restored/
'Til the homeless are all execs and capitalism yields to ethics/
'Til janitors live in mansions and schoolteachers can push a Lexus/
'Til beef is deaded and debt is erased or collected/
'Til the projects and country clubs are now and forever connected/
I'll speak my messages 'til they get it/
Until you're touched by something sacred and love is all that you're left with/
Blessed is the head that shares the crown that he possesses/
Consider yourselves my brethren and this song is my confession/
'Cause man shall not live by the bottle alone/
I keep a fist raised to the sky so you can follow me home/
And all your problems can't be solved by one call on the phone/
I keep a fist raised to the sky so you can follow me home, it goes�