Breathe (prod. DJ Supa Dave)

Mickey Knox

Stupid Doctor

Termanology

Ayo it's Term, nuff props to Buckshot

Everything we spit is hot, what the bloodclot?

I know girls that love B.I.G. and love Pac

So maybe if my songs drop, I'll be on top

Shorties'll want me, 'cause I'm fly, and they smellin' right

And lookin' hot, shit, shit is non-stop

Now they on the cock, she like rap but she love rock

A shot at love is a tough shot

And it's hard work, a crazy job where the broads lurk

I'm gon' mingle with the stars first

So come and see me in a concert

Crowd jumpin', goin' bonkers, stealin' from they mom's purse

It's forty dollars for the blonde nurse

In Amsterdam where the chrome murks leave your lungs fireworks

Space cake get baked straight to Mars, Earth

Mercury, Pluto, another universe, hip hop

"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"

"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"

"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"

"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"

"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"

"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"

"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"

"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"

Blazin' an L, see what I'm breathin' in

Raisin' hell like Run-D and them

See, there's no way that I'm stoppin'

'Til I'm paid in full, Eric B. and Rakim

I ain't no joke, let me remind you

My cologne kinda smells like vinyl

Music of the people, felt blessed by the songs

Put the DJ's needle directly in my arm

Clutchin' all the memories, look up at the sun

I'm that Public Enemy, number one

Radio by LL playin' in the Walkman

If I exhale, looks like a spray paint can

Influenced by the West, started wearin' Dickey suits

Out in the East, started wearin' Timmy boots

What's fuckin' with us? That one two and don't stop

Sucker for love, 'cause I still love hip hop