Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh, artist - Non Prophets. Album song Hope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.10.2003
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Fresh |
| N-O-N-P-R-O-P-H-E-T-S is |
| Stupid deaf |
| N-O-N-P-R-O-P-H-E-T-S is |
| Funky fresh |
| Sage Francis… |
| Joe Beats… |
| The Non Prophets LP… |
| This blood that runs through me for now flows for you |
| For whatever year sounds best. |
| bringing it |
| From the littlest state killing the mix tapes |
| Keeping it nimble like fingers flipping through singles in milk crates |
| Filthy like fingertips guilty of pilfering increments |
| The beats to match a rappers pleading innocence |
| Thinking this is going to be the best damn karaoke jam ever |
| Ever since 3rd Bass a devoted fan of Sam Sever |
| Never really was a metal-head I’d settle the score |
| With a remix instrumental of 'Never no More' |
| Reppin' the cause of ill MCs |
| Who like confusing metaphors with similes |
| To drop science in my rhymes |
| To kick knowledge all the time |
| To dis your posse… and my name up in lights, S-A-G-E |
| I hang producers with my loops |
| Watch me get loot |
| I got more styles than a pedophiles got proofs |
| In a van full of candy after one of their photo shoots |
| Deflowering more virgins than Thurston’s got polo suits |
| Rocking golden boots on the road to the riches |
| Got a poem that’s cute called 'an ode to my bitches' |
| Yo hold up, that ain’t righteous! |
| Well a god didn’t write this |
| Although I’m told a rhyme is mold is that of his likeness |
| (like thiiis) |
| Don’t you see how fucking beautiful life is? |
| How dare you waste it stuck in a cubicle with tight lips |
| Stand up! |
| Push out your chair, jump on your desk |
| And if you’ve got a crush on your coworker… |
| Touch her breasts! |
| And if you hate your boss cause hes a sucker… |
| Punch his chest! |
| Pull his wig back with pimp slaps… crush his kicks |
| Kick a hole in his computer pull the plug and then jet |
| You’re the goddamn man, motherfucker that’s fresh |
| Fresh, fresh, fresh |
| Fresh, fresh, fresh |
| Yo that’s fresh! |
| Now the to-do list grew thin but I still haven’t proven |
| Myself to myself I done an album with Rick Rubin |
| We have to keep slick rulin'! |
| Don’t romanticize your disease saying she keeps your dick drooling |
| Check yourself for a genital wart scare |
| Generals all prepare for chemical warfare |
| My neighbors have identical lawn chairs |
| One of them’s violating (penetrating a fraud) |
| Ain’t no escape a automobile train or plane |
| Swimming great lakes scaling mountain ranges or skating terrain |
| Making cake doesn’t make what you sayin' bang |
| You can’t make me relate, change your aims |
| Cause the buck buck buck … will call you shot callers |
| Suck suck suck… are you the dotcom-ers? |
| I’m a writer, a poet, a genius, I know it |
| I don’t buy cheeba, or moet |
| Ahhhhhh… yeah |
| Non prophets in your area y’all |
| Sage Francis and Joe Beats letting you know… |
| If I ever ever catch you drinking alcohol or smoking drugs of any kind |
| I will punch you dead in your melon motherfucker do not be smoking cigarettes |
| in my breathing space |