Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breath Of Fresh , by - The Dynospectrum. Release date: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breath Of Fresh , by - The Dynospectrum. Breath Of Fresh |
| Count to ten… |
| Take a break of fresh… |
| From as far away as the other side of everything |
| Comes a Dynospectrum substance similar to amphetamines |
| When used under prescribed regulations, it’s a wonder drug |
| But abused, aftermath of the overdose is nothing to love |
| Potency, the key word; |
| don’t take it lightly |
| Accessible through the underground market, and not too pricey |
| Enticing regular customers from experimentals |
| When the rush hits comprehension grips, clears the mental |
| Credentials, what we got that they can’t take? |
| So I stir up the eggs and drip my syrup on the pancakes |
| Plans break, plots fold, schemes disembody |
| I’m amped off the nightmares and an IV full of coffee |
| They try to stop me and my ability to no avail |
| Your inavailability of skills ensures failure |
| I knew the time when the bus drove by, and a cold wind |
| Ripped the old skin form my frozen frosted hands |
| Lost it man, it expands past the boundaries |
| Haunted by the ponderance, I wonder if this’ll drown me |
| Found me off in the woods somewhere, should have left me there |
| He’s a trade off for needing a breath of fresh air |
| I got mac heads ready to establish the cultivation of the barren |
| So I brought the creation, my brothers activating civilness |
| See, this ain’t no high school shit, the Spectrum is straight livin' this |
| I’m on a roll like pastry, a straight line about to make mine |
| Patience is Hell cause it’ll take time |
| Break spine, the lone wall’s crackin' |
| I came too far for slackin' so the factory is happenin' |
| Camouflage dreams sabotage me |
| Any means, many things activate, circulate around green |
| Not the calling, niggas they swallow pharmaceutical |
| My blue collar suitable verbal points isn’t shootable |
| They can take pitch black boons and meditation |
| Temptation and lust, overcoming Theolonius |
| Monkey must need classes on jungle etiquette |
| You rub me wrong, swinging on ropes of counterfeit |
| Mentalist, gorilla fish, Che Guevera hips |
| The over-ground terrorist reminiscent of this |
| Assault trooper star domain be outshining |
| I rainin' Uvula stranglin' Hymen |
| What kind of density is you claimin'? |
| Civilized, what, Runnin' up on some blind slavemen |
| Flagrant hell-bent child of entertainment |
| Color of pavement, enragin' breakin' and makin' |
| I hold the terror, extravagant paranoia |
| Permeate and never corrupt this trend-setter |
| So you know me, point out traits that spell fake |
| Delusional snake sever, staggering back peddla |
| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid |
| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back |
| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid |
| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back |
| Now… |
| After we inject a few hundred CCs of these |
| MCs will hand over all their locks and keys |
| My lyric philosophy’s like Socrates |
| Date back past pre-cry before there was any rappers |
| Crates and wax I’m waitin' to relax information |
| On tracks like faxes, show you I’m anti-wackness |
| As I spin on my axis |
| I watch you get caught and fall from a lack of practice |
| Man your whole plan was a joke, I revoke your molasses |
| Until the smoke passes, lay face-down on the floor |
| Everybody look for something more but it’s all been done before |
| I open a new door and welcome you to explore |
| My land of four season where there’s gun stores for many reasons |
| My lyric teaches, leaves legions upon completion |
| Flex to reach my apex and stay vexed like some New York niggas |
| Upset cause my checks need more figures |
| So I rhyme to re-tour while drinking export liquor with your bitch nigga |
| Bitch you say goodbye to me tonight |
| But still be mad, fucking' music left to write |
| I used to fall asleep with the pen in my hand |
| Now I’m finnin' to stand on top of the planet and do damage |
| Substantiated, I contemplate it to be creative |
| But never fake it, so I never be overrated |
| I gotta make, cause my babies need their lunch |
| So I’mma do what I must so they achieve their wants |
| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid |
| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back |
| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid |
| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back |
| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid |
| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck back |
| Ease back, catch a breath of fresh air, kid |
| Ease back and catch a breath, kid; |
| ease the fuck… |
| Let’s count the bodies over again |
| If we could only make the bodies smaller |
| The size of skulls |
| We could make a whole plain white with skulls in the moonlight |
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|---|---|
| Evidence Of Things Not Seen | 1998 |
| Headphone Static | 1998 |
| Appearing Live | 1998 |
| Traction | 1998 |
| Permanent On Surfaces | 1998 |
| The Winter Moon | 1998 |
| Introspectrum | 1998 |
| You Can Lose Your Mind | 1998 |
| Randy Mosh ft. The Dynospectrum | 2018 |
| Anything Is Everything | 1998 |