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The Prince of Rap - The Poems of an All-Star - "So Fresh"

03 – So Fresh

It’s Shotime on the track.

It’s Koldkutz on the track.

Chorus:

Creased up with the freshest tee,

You will never meet another nigga fresh as me.

(I’m so fresh!)

Straight gangsta, respect the g,

Cause my hood gone ride if you testin’ me.

(Who Want Wreck?)

And the streets been expecting me,

But now the wait’s over, the best is me.

(I got next!)

Sit back as I bless the beat,

You will never meet another nigga fresh as me.

(I’m so fresh!)

Verse 1:

Ay yo, niggas comin’ up, so it’s time to get rich,

I’m baggin’ up yay, enough work for ten strips.

I’m one of the best, if God is my witness,

Ya’ll just catchin’ a cold, fam, I been sick.

I’m choppin’ up bricks, and I’m clutching a pound,

Walk with my chin up, feet touchin’ the ground.

And I’m allergic to rap, so if busta’s around,

I let the cake paint they face, like Crusty the Clown.

When I’m in the club now, man, they movin’ they feet,

Bodyrockin’ to the bass, man, they move to the beat.

And the ‘Smith on the hip, so I’m movin’ with heat,

If they click want a hit, then I’m chewin’ the beef.

I’m doing it, G, probably getting’ weight to grind up,

Or off in ya crib with ya babymama.

She recognize I’m real from my persona,

Got her screamin’, “Shotime,” even when you grind her.

Chorus

Verse 2:

You talk fly, I’ll click and squeeze,

Big shells, and they comin’ out the burner like mix CDs.

Since a lil’ dude spittin’ heat, and these pumps somethin’ like speed bumps,

They’ll flip ya jeep.

And cats act coo, but they runnin’ with 5-0,

Mad cause they see my work stretch like Tae Bo.

Runnin’ with real cats, and they ready to ride, so,

Them same real cats, I’m ready to die fo’.

So keep actin’ like you hard and you want war,

Dude, you will get erased like a chalkboard.

You know what your dude is ‘bout?

It’s some rumors out, this finna change when the truth come out.

And the lies ain’t stoppin’ the kid,

I call my chain “Sylvester Stallone” cause of how Rocky it is,

Watchin’ ya chick, the choice is us. I pull up,

All you see is big wheels, like it’s Toys-R-Us, nigga!

Chorus

Verse 3:

Look, dawg, I get cake,

I hustle like a track star, pullin’ in big bank.

Get straight, I’m the hood like mixtapes,

The rocks in my chain light-blue like fish tanks.

And I ball like A.I,

I’m somethin’ like a G-4, fam, I stay fly.

And my chicks light-skinned with grey eyes,

Or maybe dark-skinned, long hair, and thick thighs.

And they don’t even matter, brah,

P-I-M-P with more dates than a calendar.

Niggas who talk fly, the 4-5 will rattle ya,

Cock it and blow mine, more shots than a camera.

Nigga, I keep the hammers up,

Niggas is gettin’ damaged up,

Go to war with me, and believe Ima leave ‘em bandaged up.

And why you mad at us? Ya’ll niggas amateurs,

I’ll re-up and cop more keys than a janitor.

Chorus

Eh, and that’s how we do, man.

Get down all day, ya know what I’m sayin’?

From the 4-1-9 to the 2-1-2 to the 2-1-4 to the 5-1-0.

We doin’ it big, man.

It’s Shotime in ya ear right now.

What up to Left Side, man, and my soldiers.

Desert Eagle, Ron, ya know what I’m sayin’?

What’s good wit it, fam?

Chorus (2x)

All-Star

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The Prince of Rap - The Poems of an All-Star - "Ima Dip"

02 – Ima Dip

Hey!

It’s ya man Shotime in the buildin’ again, man.

They didn’t think I was gone be back, you know what I’m sayin’,

But I’m back again.

We done rose from the dead on they ass, huh?

That’s good though.

I see you Sam Soul, Lzup is in the buildin’, (Police radio call)

You know the general here now.

Chorus:

Ima Dip, Ima Lean,

Ima Chop, what the fuck do you mean?

Ima boss, Ima king,

‘Bout drama, nigga, holla at a G!

(2x)

Verse 1:

I’m a star muahfucka, everybody know me,

Throwin’ signs in the club with a bunch of Ol’ Gs,

Gone swang one time, if some rims on ya feet,

Turn it up, and make the trunk shake like Ali.

And you know who it is, so expect the real,

And I stay with my “A” game, I was blessed with skills, (Police radio call)

I got dough, blang-blang and my neck gone chill,

‘Bout to catch a murder case cause I’m dressed to kill.

And the haters ain’t hittin’ it off,

They finna make me put a whole-in-one like its miniature golf.

The lead stay spittin’ it off, the stick-up-kid,

I like what I see, then I’m rippin it off.

Fam, glocks stay tuckin’ the heat under the briefs,

Man, you got a light buzz, Ima smother the streets. (Police radio call)

Dude, ain’t another brotha like me.

You can tell, when you see ya boy floss like he brushin’ his teeth.

Bitch!

Chorus

Verse 2:

Ima swang down in a nice slab, then swang up like a right jab,

Nigga, two gs? That’s light cash, my grille alone over five stacks,

How you like that? When I write raps, they recite that, and they buy that.

Whether in the hood or online, black, I bet you Ima get my cash,

On big rims looking so throwed, Ima chop it up like a talk show, (Police radio call)

Ima O.G. on my block bro, with ‘mo stripes than a barcode,

Pack ‘mo pumps than ARCO, shit, Shotime got a sharp flow,

Now everybody wanna borrow, so they cash out like a car note.

Shhh, it’s Shotime, I ain’t new to the stage,

Man, I spit like a boxer takin’ hits to the face,

Rims runnin’ fast, ya’ll niggas losin’ the race,

It’s some hatin’ cats, so I keep a tool to be safe.

If you wanna get down, you takin’ a hard loss,

Cause the A.K.’ll spray ya whip down like a car wash, (Police radio call)

You too soft, you don’t want that, please,

Man, I got dawgs that ride on cats like fleas.

So when the four-pound cock, you ain’t catchin’ a single,

Betta run, once I pop, I can’t stop like Pringles.

If you and yo others thinkin’ ya’ll can test mine,

I send shots at ya crew, take cover like it’s bedtime.

Chorus

All-Star

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