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Trey - Freshness
Yup, yup, yup...
Freshness at the party of the year//
Party till ya drop, forget the beer//
Workin' your way to the dance floor//
Da good dancers, y'all already know//
I'ma keep it fresh, as I'm doin' my thing//
The king of rap, better take off their ring//
The freshest rapper, is comin'//
Doin' my thing, better start runin'//
Y'all know this style called freshness//
Freestylin', man you can't touch this//
Rappin' in this hood, wit' the microphone//
Soaring over ya enterin' the zone//
While I'm at the party, gotta do some tricks//
Fresh man, I think I'll just leave the chicks//
Nobody can rap like me, so stop tryin'//
I learn from the best, and I ain't lyin'//
[Chorus]
Freshness, as I'm walkin' down the street//
Freshness, as I'm startin' hot beats//
Freshness, as I'm rappin' homeboy style//
Freshness, as I'm makin' the ladies smile//
[spoken] Just plain ol' freshness.
Y'all don't know the way I am//
Only I know the way I am//
Original rapper, just came out the hood//
Wanna loose a battle, betcha would//
I'm as fresh as the altoids, breath freshiner//
Ladies dancin' to my music, don't question her//
Disco ball workin', the lights flashin'//
My fresh hit single is smashin'//
Fresher then T.K. Mafia, cleaner then Busta//
Working out all day, pull a body thrusta//
Hoods lookin' out for one of the great rappers//
My raps are goin' down like record smashers//
Left y'all down in da hood, I'm comin' back//
Read my rhymes, they be like, nah he ain't wack//
Don't mess with the freshest rapper, new to the game//
Once I've done my thing, I'll be known, with fame//
[Chorus]
As a fresh boy, rappin' is easy//
Man, diss me? I will squeze thee//
New beats, new songz, new & origanal rapper//
Y'all know dis boy's name. Rackler//
Trash comin' out your mouth, callin' yourself fresh//
Unfresh man, you're a waste of flesh//
King of the party, famous for break dancin'//
Making more music, can't stop inhancin'//
My fresh rhymes are like magic, they put a spell on you//
My raps are fresh. Do ya get the clue?//
Fresh man junior, nah I'm just the fresh man//
To listen to my songs, hook up on your lan//
Boy, you need lessons. Ya need to rhyme with your words//
Jeans go a bit low, talk some slang, quit hangin' out wit nerds//
Do ya need to fresh? If ya do, boy, holla back//
I'll try and help, I'll make ya not wack//
[Chorus twice fade]
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