Lyrics:
Represent lyricism like I mastered it’s lessons/
cause I rap fresh ‘n represent rap in its essince/
I rep for the graf’ heads who emptied mad cans/
‘n I rep
watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest
Stunna, what's really good wit 'em we ain't
Neva let 'em take our food away
Fresh you nasty on this on dawg ugh
This one, this is the Carter beotch!
it nasty like
Like Evil Angel, like Vivid
You know, nasty like how they give it
You know, I need you to be open like Kai's kitchen
That pussy kinda
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
Bring it, man, DJ Storm, aight
Yeah, ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boy, ah yeah, ah yeah, boy
DJ Storm, aight
You know
me no no
Because I no get e motor
Dem dey used to hate me
All the same people don they hail me
All the marketers want to pay me
All the club DJs don
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
every way imaginable
Yeah
Do the nasty
(Let's play a little game)
I want to say what's up to my DJ Steady Pace
Sha-Born the technician
Ray for real
chouette!
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feeling famished for a 311 sandwich Not the whack DJ's that I'm a damage
I like
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
alakoba
As I wake up today baba bless me
Make I enter igboro na the next thing
Take away ma go ma go wey dey stress me
Kin ma fresh kin ma lowo lowo na
and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
My DJs are so unique
Both them raised on the LA street
Nobody nowhere can hang with the mix
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Stay so fresh
From my toes
To my draws
Yea I never slack
But I'm ready for that job
Wacka flocka in the paint
Baby I go hard
Hit it from the back
Cause
these words, I feel like DJ Eric,
Went out with your girls and brought it back like, yeah, yeah
You not by yourself, but we know it's still self-care
You
didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince?
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round
And Uncle Luke showed
the bargon
Flash: Dj spin the disc n drop it let me get ma shine on
Chorus
I'mma wipe the slate clean
Wipe Wipe the slate clean
I'mma wipe the slate
girl I snatch her, cause I'm no bachelor
Don't roll up, I got the mic sewed up, cause I'ma grown up
Me sound wack? wait up, hold up
I'm fresh and no
Makin' a play in the police face
They was like, "Man, he fresh"
I was like, "Go, DJ" (go)
When they played your new shit
I was like, "No, DJ" (no)
You
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(Is this what you want?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearing hip hop at it's
Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the
motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,
yo Kris, run that
out
Til the DJ screaming get out, get out
Get up out my way I'm about to go crazy
Get up out my way I'm about to go crazy
Baby, we gonna do this my
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