Doug E. Fresh - Breath Of Fresh Air lyrics

[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-a** nuns, your real mind went (?) Illaquoin, shinin like a diamond Rhymin.. like I'm runnin out of time and The next n***a to move, the next n***a to lose I leave 'em seein backwards like that n***a Tom Cruise Dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X it Ain't hard to tell I eat that a** and that's perceptive I don't need no token to turn-styles I'm rockwild, lady find your seat and get the f** out the aisle! [K-Superior] Raise 'em up from the dead, raise 'em up and I'll k** '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, n***a 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 Bullsh** nigs on your style I be dancin Ever told the glory, days of fat hit Nigs drop one single but really ain't sh** Bronx, (?) Boogie Down stay pumped Heads'll get together some real sh** 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 k** 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 sh** 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, cla** 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, n***a pull it And one single bound for the nine-nine-pound Just like a train it's comin strictly underground Peace to my brother 2Pac and all my n***as locked down..