Doug E. Fresh - Breath Of Fresh Air lyrics

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[Doug E. Fresh] Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c'mon (YEAHHH!) [Vigilante] Lawd have mercy, just gotta say When me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like y'all tie ya shoes [Illaquoin] Check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoy The new man convoy You can't represent with the tec the way I represent with the technique I keep a presidential suite in every convent, you can't speak or comment When I bone the freak-ass nuns, your real mind went (?) Illaquoin, shinin like a diamond Rhymin.. like I'm runnin out of time and the next nigga to move, the next nigga to lose I leave 'em seein backwards like that nigga Tom Cruise Dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X it ain't hard to tell I eat that ass and that's perceptive I don't need no token to turn-styles I'm rockwild, lady find your seat and get the f**k out the aisle! [K-Superior] Raise 'em up from the dead, raise 'em up and I'll kill 'em again if you're not my friend you feel my hot mac-10 Not my nine or my eight, five six seven But my mac-11, will have you 'All the Way to Heaven' Keepin it real with the man, who made 'La Di Da Di' Like Chaka Khan, nigga it's on, huh Cause ain't nobody.. gonna crush you bet-ter Get naked for the record! The name K-Superior easin in without the ointment Your style couldn't see me if it had a damn appointment Rags to riches, snitches get stitches Call Mr. Planters cause I'm nuts about beaitches I'm a rapper baby, so don't trap with me a cabbage Now I'm outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage [Mansone Batez] Aiyyo (?), Branson, last name Mansone Bullshit nigs on your style I be dancin Ever told the glory, days of fat hit Nigs drop one single but really ain't shit Bronx, (?) Boogie Down stay pumped Heads'll get together some real shit from the Bronx Ninety-four years before you see (?) Brown Maintain, take the 6 train (?) lockdown Next on your strap, Todd Black be the style A straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a pound Men-tal meltdown to any contender Not to be hard, but watch your brain I'ma injure [Vigilante] Murrr-dahhh! When me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like y'all tie ya .. The dirt out da work (?) get it squashed like a cherry Blood brain to run just like a strawberry Tear up in a baka me ready fi kill Satan Who got tec-9 give me de mac-11 De bigger ya come, is for y'all die ya stumble Gone and nome y'all me not a no fun crumble Pop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankle It's like reading Genesis, straight out a chronicle Turn me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a bird Me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words Hey, call me a (?) a gun my name John Coolfuse I hit it like y'all tie ya shoes [Doug E. Fresh] Yeah, move it up, pump it up [The Diggy Dime] Yeah, check it out, aiyyo Bust how, the way that I be flowin is a omen cause I leave shit glowin, as if I was the golden And I'm smokin, boots like a loose Newport I rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sport And I'm powered, by herb from Uptown, I emerge Pack more action than the mentally disturbed [Doug E. Fresh] Yo! Yo! Aiyyo! Here ye here ye, class is in session For those in this profession, it's time to choose your weapons Pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape You can't escape the last action hero in Timbs but no cape, uhh! Faster than a speeding bullet, nigga pull it And one single bound for the nine-nine-pound Just like a train it's comin strictly underground Peace to my brother Tupac and all my niggaz locked down..