Notion - Breathe lyrics

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)!