Fresh

 

Song taken from the All Good EP

[HOOK]
Mad respect goes out to those in control
of what they be doing
Show and prove type of cats that be keeping
Hip Hoppers moving
But notice
A lot of rappers are stuck on that
new shit that ain’t fresh
Fresh
But I’m going to keep it exclusive
Yes
Words will keep it exclusive
While MC’s They just stuck on that
new shit that ain’t fresh
Fresh
I’m going to keep it exclusive
Fresh
Words will keep it exclusive

[VERSE 1]
I spit ill phrases
Tight like hand cuffs
Or prison cells
Heavily based on reality to balance the scales
When weighed up against these weak cats
With non sensical bullshit for raps
Who only focus on sales
Polluting minds with their fables and tales
Contaminate a culture of love with hate
So the fellowship fails
But fully exposed they’re fake
With their vanity traits
I see their videos
And kinda find it hard to relate
I’ll keep it real with y’all
I know it sounds like a cliché
But I stick to actuality no matter what he say
So F.U.C.K.Y.O.U
I spell it out cause some brothers stay dumb with low IQs
With the talent I was given
I rap what I’m living
Hustle rap for a living
With a fashion expressed through the passion by which I’m driven
Thats why my mic phone amplifies a voice tone that’s mellow by choice

[HOOK]

[VERSE 2]
Yea I said it
don’t get it confused
I headline
Front page of the news
While dudes that are wack who claim to rap
Start singing the blues
Cause I walk the walk and they can’t fit in my shoes
Bro my rap flow is size 20 plus
Professional
And worthy to be discussed
(thats right)
That’s why I’m always up in your girls mouth
(my name that is)
I’ld love to take your baby down south
(your dame that is)
Son I handle my biz
I’m a big boy the star of the jump
You’re just a kid punk
I’m old school like the Reebok pump
Or new school like Kinyama beats that make you wanna jump
But still low key
And incogni
Uninfluenced by governments and what I see on TV
Un-phased by their bullshit façades and shit
And keep a low pro like middle eastern asian chicks

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[VERSE 3]
I’m on a crash course
Watch me collide with precision
Envision this rap course as I ride with the rhythm
My wordplay is supreme like a High Court decision
I’m pissing on the system and flicking the opposition
I shorten rap careers to intermissions
In a positive way
To make your body « Sway »
Each time when I rhyme I do it
Chicks be like
« Words your style is so fluent!»
Oooh
So what I got a big head
I blitz air waves like Shorty and Big Ted
I’m grits and corn
That raw shit that make the wack rapper scorn
When I rip mics brother I leave them torn
Like emmo jeans
I do this for Hip Hop and the beens
Oh yes I’m
Jacking your stock and your cream
When I’m up on the scene
There ain’t no stopping me
Cause I handle it properly
Unlike them fake brothers who try to channel monopoly

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