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Fresh, Wild, Fly and Bold

Cold Crush Brothers

Taste of Ol Skool Flava

1995

Well, I'm fresh 
'Cause I'm the best

And I get wild
When I'm row'

I never get passed by	
'Cause I'm fly

And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause

and the earth, and guarding and preserving it, does not exhaust Him, for He is the Exalted, the All-Mighty

The Messenger believes in what has been revealed to him

the field
And we doing the most
It's another
Day in the life
Of a couple of goats
Gon' be a cold night
Grab an extra layer of clothes
Niggas wanna pick a bone

They only talk to her, because, 
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? 
I mean, her butt, is just so big 
I can't believe it's just so round, it's

the flow, I admit it
How the saying go
I believe everybody is a critic
I'll say it slow
Ironic if you don't catch it
I'm the sickest
You ain't God and till

won't believe me
Never gave me shit and now they acting like they need me
I've been off the drugs I confess
Never gave a fuck bout a friend only my fam

They only talk to her, because, 
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? 
I mean, her butt, is just so big 
I can't believe it's just so round, it's

blocky again
Said he on hots we gon' pop out wit' 10
Bitch I come from the blocks where your dawg'll pretend
Uh
Can't believe niggas act like they got it

They only talk to her, because, 
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? 
I mean, her butt, is just so big 
I can't believe it's just so round, it's

those rap guys? [scoff]
They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can't believe it's

cool, I'm gettin' it
Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin' it
Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits
My blood pressure's blowing up, I

They only talk to her, because, 
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? 
I mean, her butt, is just so big 
I can't believe it's just so round, it's

burning up the third of the world. Look outside and see. Is it really that hard to believe? 

Oh beloved misery. Humanities absorbed sins fleeting me.

They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like

the next bullet end up?

There is no funeral procession 
Going on here today 
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version 
When

Whoa whoa
Yeah
Whoa
I ain’t finna risk it
There’s always better fishes
Lost like Nemo
But I just keep swimming
Took her to the 6
And I granted all

ain't believe it, had to ask RZA, I asked Meth
I asked the Drama King, even went and asked Ras Kass
He said it was true and to save her, we had to act

every line
As I'm
Flyer then the rest of them
That means I'm higher then them too
They say my flow is nuts
So what
I'm from the land of screw
We did it by

You and I are probably gonna make it
Because I believe our love is so real

Love isn’t love
If you are not willing 
To get down and dirty
Be willing

watchin' me 
Like a hibachi I'm flipping a feast they be clockin' me 
Give it your best by all means you not stoppin' me 
I came to body beats, put on this

everybody (Uh-huh!)
So even if you kill me I won't have to worry about your body, bitch
(What the fuck) Do it!
Bitch who are you?
You don't believe in

ball, kay, broad, g'day!,
Now G'd afternoon, subhuman self, caught a splash of moon, got stupid felt
By the moon light, oh my passive wounds
They thrash

passageway, beckoning those faring their way to the light at the end. It was a blue, cheeky melody: a coy mistress that could have only been so wooed by

Dearly beloved
We gather here today for me to say that
I know you think I'm mad but I just
Want everything that was promised to me
And every moment