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 sayWhen me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a birdMe nah talk a fi mi guns are de wordsHey, call me a a gun my name John CoolfuseI hit it like y'all tie ya shoes[Illaquoin]Check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoyThe new man convoyYou can't represent with the tec the way I representwith the technique I keep a presidential suitein every convent, you can't speak or commentWhen I bone the freak-ass nuns, your real mind wentIllaquoin, shinin like a diamondRhymin.. like I'm runnin out of time andthe next nigga to move, the next nigga to loseI leave 'em seein backwards like that nigga Tom CruiseDyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the X itain't hard to tell I eat that ass and that's perceptiveI don't need no token to turn-stylesI'm rockwild, lady find your seat and get the f**k out theaisle![K-Superior]Raise 'em up from the dead, raise 'em up and I'llkill 'em again if you're not my friend you feel my hot mac-10Not my nine or my eight, five six sevenBut 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, huhCause ain't nobody.. gonna crush you bet-terGet ***** for the record!The name K-Superior easin in without the ointmentYour style couldn't see me if it had a damn appointmentRags to riches, snitches get stitchesCall Mr. Planters cause I'm nuts about beaitchesI'm a rapper baby, so don't trap with me a cabbageNow I'm outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage[Mansone Batez]Aiyyo, Branson, last name MansoneBullshit nigs on your style I be dancinEver told the glory, days of fat hitNigs drop one single but really ain't shitBronx, Boogie Down stay pumpedHeads'll get together some real shit from the BronxNinety-four years before you see BrownMaintain, take the 6 train lockdownNext on your strap, Todd Black be the styleA straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a poundMen-tal meltdown to any contenderNot to be hard, but watch your brain I'ma injure[Vigilante]Murrr-dahhh!When me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a birdMe nah talk a fi mi guns are de wordsHey, call me a a gun my name John CoolfuseI hit it like y'all tie ya ..The dirt out da work get it squashed like a cherryBlood brain to run just like a strawberryTear up in a baka me ready fi kill SatanWho got tec-9 give me de mac-11De bigger ya come, is for y'all die ya stumbleGone and nome y'all me not a no fun crumblePop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankleIt's like reading Genesis, straight out a chronicleTurn me gun a-whistle it'll fly like a birdMe nah talk a fi mi guns are de wordsHey, call me a a gun my name John CoolfuseI 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, aiyyoBust how, the way that I be flowin is a omencause I leave shit glowin, as if I was the goldenAnd I'm smokin, boots like a loose NewportI rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sportAnd I'm powered, by herb from Uptown, I emergePack more action than the mentally disturbed[Doug E. Fresh]Yo! Yo! Aiyyo!Here ye here ye, class is in sessionFor those in this profession, it's time to choose your weaponsPick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tapeYou can't escape the last action hero in Timbs but no cape, uhh!Faster than a speeding bullet, nigga pull itAnd one single bound for the nine-nine-poundJust like a train it's comin strictly undergroundPeace to my brother Tupac and all my niggaz locked down.. 
