Breath Of Fresh Air lyrics

f/ Illaquoin, K-Superior, Mansone Batez,



* please submit corrections for Vigilante`s patois chatta



[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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