Breathe - Riz MC

Half-man, half-machine, fully clueless

Dunno where we goin'

But better make movements

Whether shop rocks or trade stocks and futures

Twenty missed calls, hundred emails

Dance with the devil, the devil’s in details

Hubris, tryin' to do too much, we fail

Chasing to-do lists and ruthless females

We all in retail

Shoppin' and fuckin'

From the boss to the redundant

Properly buzzin'

With or without a substance

Gotta be rushin'

Hyperflix, no pause button, we love it

I detect other brothers can’t connect

Like wifi when the password protects

But when you move this fast, then it’s bound to fade

Like eye contact on a crowded train

So just

Breathe for a sec

Look around, can you feel it connect

Don’t rest you can sleep when you’re dead

It’s intense but I wouldn’t want less

Breathe for a sec

Look around, can you feel it connect

Don’t rest you can sleep when you’re dead

Guess I’m a nomad

Never at home and

Munch on the go, hunched over a phone

Stand close to anonymous

Move out my way, same coat and it’s old tan

But underneath it’s all so lovely

Life’s on the fizz like open bubbly

Even the hipsters, shit-stirrers, and yuppies

Float like butterflies in my London tummy

My oyster card’s voice is hard but eyes moist

She’s seen the path that calfed through the noise

Can’t help but smile a tear for past glory

Peek at you blind, she’ll tell you a true story

Rocks and break-ups, thugs and fake punks

Love drugs and ravers, entertainers

The rap set that’s talkin'

Diamonds in the rough

RAT-A-TAT-TAT silence and he drops like

Breathe for a sec

Look around, can you feel it connect

Don’t rest you can sleep when you’re dead

It’s intense but I wouldn’t want less

Breathe for a sec

Look around, can you feel it connect

Don’t rest you can sleep when you’re dead

Welcome to your life

It’s fast-paced, waste no time

And ‘cause you’re busy I’mma document the hows and whys

Head down, sweat, frown

Break round, we rhymes

Loud beats and

So it feeds your mind

I’ve seen all sides

Born on a pure faultline, see

Pistol-whipped and ships

All the Paki ghetto thugs and the Oxbridge types

Politicians and shotters and they bury your lie

So I tell you on the screen and bury your mic

Spit harsh harnessing the times I write

Pick apart targets in my line of sight

Even if I say shit that you might not like

'Cause I

I’m just dyin' to get packed like Princess Di

When all I really want to do is witness life

Put all the bittersweetness and gift it live

So have a try

Breathe for a sec

Look around, can you feel it connect

Don’t rest you can sleep when you’re dead

It’s intense but I wouldn’t want less

Breathe for a sec

Look around, can you feel it connect

Don’t rest you can sleep when you’re dead

So breathe

Breathe for a second

So breathe

Breathe for a second

So breathe

Breathe for a second

So breathe

Breathe for a second

So breathe

So breathe

Breathe for a second