1, 2, 3, 4

[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Ah, once again
Groove, you got the time to spend
Listen up, because the end
Will justify the means
We choose to introduce themes
On wax, before the tracks get mass-produced
And to the crews who never had it and never will
7-Up got jobs to fill
As we go on, movin through lines in time
You find one musical mastermind
And that's you, and only you
Knowin just what it takes
That makes you ease up on the breaks
Of life, roll if you got the soul
Let Downtown Science take control
Of your intuition, witness the result of ambition
The drive to keep pushin for that which they can't reach
And so we shake, bob and weave
Tryin to get some room to breathe

Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room t
We're No Angels lyrics

Ever alone and isolated
And deep within the soul
And ever optimistic
That one day we'll reach the goal
An inner voice keeps pushing
Saying we must do our best
While all the time we know
That we'll be settling for less
But we're no angels
We're no angels
Well things are moving faster
Then we'll ever comprehend
Now to some it's a comfort
To have faith tha
o breathe!
All we want is room to breathe

[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]
It's crowded, but they still can't cramp us
And if you're checkin for style
You'll be checkin for a while
Wearin a smile you'll start to sway
I might float, but won't drift away
>From the topic, that would be catastrophic to bear
The trick to break it down and make it disappear into thin air
Blowin like the breeze of the ocean
Cool, reflection and rhythmic describes the motion
Comin in waves, reachin emblees of people
One by one, until they're equally done
Gettin schooled and have their degrees
And knowin how we, Sam Sever and me
Bosco Money
Whether it's rainy or it's sunny
Attract your ears like bears to honey
So you'll hear what we're tryin to say before we leave
All we want is room to breathe

Pints Of Guinness Make You Strong lyrics

evelyn sits by the elevator doors 
it's been 37 years since james dies on st. patrick's day in 1964 
but she could not hold it against him 
there were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together 
a picture of better days 

and just like james, i'll be drinking irish tonight 
and the memory of his last 
Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
All we want is room to breathe

[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
And we'll continue to go on and face the music
Fuse it with the flow, but never abuse it
We use it to set the mood
It keeps the audience glued as the rest of the interlude
Takes place, beat to bass, back to rhyme
The design ain't a crime, so why treat me like a criminal?
Because I'm smooth and subliminal?
Or cause I minimalize your resistance with persistance
Shootin missile after lyrical missile
Until your mind is blown like the whistle 
On a steamship, driftin by on the horizon
A classic scene, but not surprisin
That it fits, like the top ten chart fits the hits
Until we come along and blow it to bits
And when the damage is done, we'll no lo
Crazy Cat lyrics

(Roland Grapow)
My little crazy cat
Took a train to meet his gang downtown, yeah
They played Black Jack
Fritz played his false game too far, ooh
A guy got up and started a gunfight
He?s looking for trouble day by day
(For trouble, day by day)
Don?t waste time, cute runaway
(You cute runaway)
He kept being taken by surprise
My straycat in town
Addicted t
nger have to weave
Cause there'll be plenty of room - to breathe

Room to breathe!
Try to get some room to breathe
Room to breathe!
All we want is room to breathe

[ OUTRO ]
Ah yeah
That's just one to pump in your jeep
Make the tires move like a set of feet
So you'll always remember: Downtown Science got the funky beat
Ha-ha, all day and all night
Comin right
But see: 'room to breathe' is freedom
To express in this musical medium
And reach the minds of many
Without leaving any traces 
Except the reactions on their faces
Goin places in the years to come
But never forgettin where we came from
A time and place long forgotten: b-boyhood
Around the old neighborhood
When the beats was hard
Like the steel in a train yard
We used to hit
And when the daylight came...