F/ Illaquoin, K-Superior, Mansone Batez,

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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 fuck 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..
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Breath Of Fresh Air Lyrics

Doug E. Fresh – Breath Of Fresh Air Lyrics