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Bishop Lamont( Philip Martin )
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You Ain't Fresh
Uh, check I'm here to [?]I told you I [?] I owe you the latest, yes And I know I'm the best And I hold [?]niggers And I stand for them killers that [?] Back to the kingdom I'm Ella Emotion you do, you think [?] I challenge the ones [?] But you ain't fresh! Despite you spit on people, you know you [?] Even though you nigger is [?] So you don't know what I know, son Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And thus you smoke blunts Fuck how the [?] The greatest of the game, Watch how our poppa still [?] I'm in a leg for you to pay for a ticket to see me I'm so fresh, niggers is [?] The bless is nothing [?]of getting greedy I'm tired of giving you [?]of bless If you don't follow mother fucker, I know that you ain't fresh!
[Chorus:] You niggers ain't got style, you ain't fresh! Been spitting for a while, Still ain't fresh! Pay respect, high shit [?]in the West I take you back to the days of the cassette. You gotta [?]sound, You ain't fresh Pushing narcotics now, Still ain't fresh! You all be [?]the block with all this bullshit [?]run up in the game, with a full clique. You all be [?]the block with all this bullshit [?]run up in the game, with a full clique.
My niggers I've been doing this since 88 Even further back, get your shit straight! [?]while I [?] He wasn't bumping [?]making mix tapes. Stuff and tissue with a [?] Rocking the [?]with DJ Dr. Dree [?]on your shoulder, [?]press play Known at that puffy shit, I mean that [?] King C [?]and [?]ten. [?]you're feeling me [?]but you probably never heard the shit. And if you did, you just [?] You ever break [?]house in the [?]
[Chorus:] You niggers ain't got style, you ain't fresh! Been spitting for a while, Still ain't fresh! Pay respect, high shit [?]in the West I take you back to the days of the cassette. You gotta [?]sound, You ain't fresh Pushing narcotics now, Still ain't fresh! You all be [?]the block with all this bullshit [?]run up in the game, with a full clique.
Niggers sound horrible on rap city Freestyle, their best freaking rhymes, still sound shitty Fuck that, I only watch uncut For [?]black Jesus, niggers, what's up? [?]that shit sucks Mother fucker, you ain't the real MC If the first time you see [?]on MTV. And fuck how [?]told me, gimmy [?] These rap videos is fucking whack to me! Nigger, they made you bitches, and that's not your house You got them [?]for more, nigger shout your mouth! If this [?]nigger, what you rap for? You must have [?]in your rap flow! Got deja vu, I've seen this shit before Got five hot men when you're doing your show! Fuck, if it ain't the roots I don't go no more!
[Chorus:] You niggers ain't got style, you ain't fresh! Been spitting for a while, Still ain't fresh! Pay respect, high shit [?]in the West I take you back to the days of the cassette. You gotta [?]sound, You ain't fresh Pushing narcotics now, Still ain't fresh! You all be [?]the block with all this bullshit [?]run up in the game, with a full clique.
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