Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breath Of Fresh, artist - The Dynospectrum.
Date of issue: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |