C, and short too I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special kind Don't fuck with who? My nigga, you out yo' mind Fresh off the grind, my niggaz is the
cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta wind it When we leave the club I'm really gonna get behind it Nike Air bubbles on my feet, looking fresh Got
Girls found honey to drench our hands The men cut marble to mark our graves Saying that we will need something to remind us Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh
up in Stormy weather That's why I'm a grafter the tag team master Don't know now you will realize after I've made my mark with permanent marker I've
C I been spendin the most of my time in the cut Finessin my skills so one day I could bust Off a fresh, fresh.. fresh, fresh The beats that are fresh, fresh
tight) Departin? out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight
for all of the element Simmer down I manage your mayhem I'm bright as the AM And you're rocking more like a station I'm blessed with the fresh from day
from the sentence Engine powered by five hundred horses Press by a threat of joint forces For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef 'Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh
a lot of life lost for the white horse Regardless, the charges makin' us all targets All on the red carpet, guns from the black market Eh, who got the
station is wack And I'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress The best is that which I accept and nothing less My stacks is grotesque my squad so fresh
kind of fuckery has been required lately It seems like these MC's heads need deflating And I'mma play the pin because I've been waiting Now make my mark
Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not Epitaph, airbrush with death White T's, wife beaters, button
t want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ? was willin, cause I'm strollin with the quotes Like Shakespeare, Mark Twain
stack's back's you faces Back to basics, flip rhyme basses Chuck goin' lace it, y'all gon' taste it Fresh new face, did it mark my spot Mark my "
'm Poe, as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a design, masterwind, Not Never The Less Fresh like L, addresss, yes the LS
my corners Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters Only dimes keep on my time sheet Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece Already marketing
and talking I was across the street Loungin and lost in the beat Peeped you insatiable urged to holla Out of my car insatiable urge to folla On my mark
On your mark get set and now go A worldwide show Now here's the intro The torch is lit and now the gun is pointed Prepare for the world's best to be anointed