Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh Is the Word, artist - Mantronix. Album song Mantronix the Deluxe Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Record label: Sleeping Bag
Song language: English
Fresh Is the Word |
But please don’t get concerned |
'Cause although our sounds are really hot |
We’re really not here to burn |
We’re just here to rock this house you see, with perpetuated ease |
Yes the rhymes devise and to prescribe some game for the ladies |
Because! |
Fresh is the word, that’s how I’m described |
And so sweet is the rap and what I prescribe |
So for the people that’s you see, are true |
For all the blacks, Puerto Ricans, and the white people, too |
See, my style is unreal, too tight to unseal |
So explosive, so unnoticed, it’s hard to conceal |
As dominant as my color, could take out any other |
High post as I said and you will discover, in time |
Just wait, and never too late, for see my rhyme is in his prime |
Like the name on your plate, but cold crushed as ice |
Much higher than a fire, so hot can’t stop for the ladies my desire |
For it’s them I adore, to them a rapport |
From any angle I untangle, there’s more in store |
Cause on the mic I am controller |
Who’s down to rock-and-rolla |
Put more groove into a body |
And no it’s not a holder |
With a style that’s mine, autographed design |
Perfectionally put and well inclined |
To just rock on stop at the drop of a dime |
And in case you wanna know, Virgo’s my sign |
(scratching and cutting) |
Well automated as stated |
Milked and gold plated |
A fresh new sound with rhymes related |
Yes devised, organized with precision is more |
Mantronix, soul-sonic like a lion’s roar |
A roar that’s been developed and created to fear |
Like a nickle-plated colt with the nightlife clear |
Shining in your eyes, like feeling disgrace |
Cause the crew what they’re doing is dissing you in the face |
So you scream, almighty, please change the pace |
Because although you did those things you never felt the taste |
Of the sensational rapper, Crime Master Tee |
The solo rapper brother of the T-O-P |
Dominatin' the house, segregatin' the place |
Like a drink of over proof with 7-Up is the taste |
Because it’s smooth, mellow, black and not yellow |
To most people I’m unknown cuz I just say hello |
Chillin’s my thing, I throw parties and swing |
And on the side will abide to a midnight fling |
Ya just c’mon party people let’s dance and sing |
Cuz when you listen to this crew I said it’s no no thing |
(scratching and cutting) |
Yes fresh is the word, Mantronix is here |
And we’re so intoxicatin' like a 40 of beer |
Never squared, so sincere, if you miss and clear |
Cuz this crew goddammit got too much flair |
We can harass, pass, cut so fast |
Ya see delectable sound with much contrast |
Will import this sport, the sound’s assault |
Because making big dollars is our resort |
So just try, don’t lie, it’s time you buy |
This funky fresh new cut from the main denied |
G.K. |
that’s him, the Tee that’s me |
To listen to the scratch that make DJs flee! |
(scratching and cutting) |
While dynamic, programmatic |
Fly and romantic |
Full proof and debonair and so fantastic |
We’re comin' straight at ya from a planet fresh |
On an outskirt state, call it N-Y-S |
We’re guaranteed to perform, for you to inform |
We’re like a panty raid night at an all-girl dorm |
Taking control of every situation |
So prepare yourself for the swift invasion |
Of the crew on the groove |
So move and give us room |
Because a step in our direction just insinuate what you’re doin' |
Fly as hell and oh so fresh |
Takes a job almighty because we know we’re the best |
With the capability to do other things |
Besides sportin' fly girls and diamond rings |
With the high as the rise and automise |
With the coldcrush beat and the DJ high five |
So-a, act now you-know-a |
Put two and a flow-a |
About to do the rock your a stereo-a |
With the ease to please in any degrees |
From the zero to the fifties, even nineties |
Cuz. |
rockin' the house is a way of life |
Like the cuts to the butts without a knife |
Like Jekyll and Hide whose in their slide |
We turn the party out when we’re side by side |