Lyrics:
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh
Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians
What ever
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
Spade and you get a degree
Your major in rap technology
We got King Tee and DJ
Toddy Tee and me, the '88 superstar
You learn how to mix with a beat
that lives behind the case
And get to give it away
My gold erupted from volcano's in the heavens
And every shrine that existed in time melting
Tombs
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
out coolness, I took a whole dose
I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme I'll be glad to
You thought I couldn't get you but I already had you
I know
eventhough it didn't sound right,
She said "yeah right"
I said "damn straight"
I know a place where we can get down babe,
I got a blanky,
I'll lay it
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by
terrific
It is kinda different but let's get specific
KRS-One specialize in music
I'll only use this type of style when I choose it
Party people in
where I'm from
Must be from Philly
Who got the best DJ's in the whole fuckin world word is bond
Must be from Philly
The way I rhyme yo I'll never have
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
Kanye West! (Swag King Cole) DJ Khaled!
Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah)
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah)
Can I have
gotta get gotta write some shit
On the tip of my tongue just like a kiss
I might miss but I might just hit
And if I do I'm a be hella rich
And I'll
promoters get on?
Tired of DJ's always yellin over most of the song
What you smokin on? Michael Phelps must of hand you his bong
You can't tell me nothin if
the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so
that you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old Gold
So all
a slice that you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old
a slice that you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old
they're bad, but they're bugging
Let me show you something now about hip-hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker
dropped, I get dropped by two eaters
DJ play it loud in the speakers
Got it droppin', two speakers
DJ play it loud in the speakers
You get dropped, I get
the G's at
[Chorus]
Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with a top-pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and tell em stop and make the block hot
Ya
Keep your teeth and shed your skin
Invest your mint in cheapskates
Roll around, Payola down on Benjamin your DJ
Get your pin and A T-M and bend the tax
swerving by my lonely, got the bag, I had to run it up (skkrrrt)
I always been the type to shred yo shit, I never gave a fuck
If I ever shed a tear, I’ll
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