Intro -
Whoo! yo, uh... 1 & then the 2,(2) 2 & then the 3
3 & to the 4, then you gotta
[Verse 1]
Eh Dawg, you wanna sign me son, thats all good news
Coz I ain't from the hood dude, makin crook moves
Im from the burbs like I should, bouncin' crude tunes
& all my crew cruise around in them new coupe's, ooh!)
Im out raw, ain't no-body do it like I did it
Takin' it 'round the world, & im just havin' fun wit it
Pa**in' the test, im the last of the fresh
Its No-TiOn m-p-3, been captured at best!
You gotta BreathE!, coz you never comin close to the steez
Snatchin air from ya lungs, you got a hell of a weez
Homie Please!, yall f*ggots can't smoke like I do
You coughin at the hospital, ya hand's on a bible
& dont we say, the game we play, is deadly & foul
Just wait til, I hit-ya-wit-a-bit-of adrenaline now, punk
Breathe!, now why you gotta stab me in the dark
Cos I got all colours invitied, like im Stanely park, im sharp!
(Breathe!), in the coldest winter's your breathin' is freezin'
Then NoTiOn come along & give you a good enough reason, to..
(Breathe!), feel that clutch, deep in ya chest
Sense the arrest, take a breath, we the last ones left
We never leave!, thats right boy, on top of the box
Throwin you a portion of sorted alluminum shots
Take it & "breathe, wit them stains of ya brains, on ya jeans
You better wash em clean, coz I got aim on ya team, boy!
(Breathe!)
1 & then the 2,(2) 2 & then the 3
3 & to the 4, then you gotta "breathe" x2
[Verse 2]
& some f*ggots gotta (breathe!), coz I run through, take care of my section
Your swift to catch a left hand, if ya ever disrespectin'
Your vein, coz you escaped the game, fakin ya d**h
Its nothing like an asthma attack, takin ya breath
b**h (breathe), the feelin got ya weak to ya knees
Coz all the real heads, know that im the better emcee, believe it..!
(breathe), I had grab the beat, & yo I make it more fab-olous
Dude, thats what I do, makin' the crew's, more scand-alus
Coz yall mad at us, you ain't got no canabis
Won't listen to ya whinin' manager, boy is an act-ress
Come up to our door son, get ya rejected
Dial 1-800 No-TiOn, get ya connected
& me & Cee-For dawg, we better than friends
We better than them, we comin strong, & at it again
Come round wit 2 dozen tracks, a pad, & pen
Two of the wickedist lyricists, on a mission to win!
& then we (breathe), on the side walk, peepin a breather
Contemplatin' on how we can take this rap sh** deeper
(breathe), snap up the fam', take the show on the road
Its NoTiOn & GMC, turning ametures to pro's, yo!
Define the flow now, in high def digi-tal, Oh!
You gotta a problem pal, we'll settle on the quarter mile
Your dumfounded how we boosted right past ya
I said you gotta let it breathe dawg, thats the answer, come on!(breathe)!