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doug e fresh - breath of fresh air lyrics

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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–ss nuns, your real mind went

(?) illaquoin, shinin like a diamond

rhymin.. like i’m runnin out of time and

the next n-gg- to move, the next n-gg- to lose

i leave ’em seein backwards like that n-gg- tom cruise

dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the x it

ain’t hard to tell i eat that -ss and that’s perceptive

i don’t need no token to turn-styles

i’m rockwild, lady find your seat and get the f-ck 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, n-gg- it’s on, huh

cause ain’t n-body.. 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 d-mn appointment

rags to riches, snitches get st-tches

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-t nigs on your style i be dancin

ever told the glory, days of fat hit

nigs drop one single but really ain’t sh-t

bronx, (?) boogie down stay pumped

heads’ll get together some real sh-t 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 sh-t 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, cl-ss 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-gg- 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 n-gg-z locked down..

- doug e fresh lyrics

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