[ VERSE 1: Freshco ]
Yo, this is the jam with the diddiddy-dope beat
That`s so deep, slow beat, rap on the low key
It`s rather mellow with a slow mo` tempo
So dope I had no choice but to snatch the pencil
And, create a systematic, automatically
Rhythmatic rhyme in case you suckers wanna battle me
But I`m your majesty, the capital F-r-e
s-h-c-o, Freshco, the best, so
Don`t even attempt to step to the
High exalted ruler, the schooler tootin like a tuba
Player conveyor, the slayer, displayer maneouvres
Cause Miz made the beat like none can make it smoother
I`m schoolin ya, chewin your crew, and your man
And the fans wanna see me in the magazines or on TV
But after a while I gotta chill from the press, though
Cause everywhere I go I hear: Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black) ---PMD
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
(I ain`t the one) --Big Daddy Kane
Go Freshco
Go
Go
Go Freshco
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Go Freshco
Go
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Go Freshco
Go
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Go Freshco
[ VERSE 2: Freshco ]
Nah black, I ain`t the one, I sport shades
But it`s like they got the super x-ray vision
People start to whisper, they get hip to the
Smooth individual who rules and rips the
Middicrophone with crazy hype poems
I`m the guy in the back with the hat
Denyin that I rhyme
Hands in the pocket, the jewels are tucked in
The shirt; ain`t nothin much to say, but somethin
Tells me I`m about to get approached or play closed
I pull down my hat and try to dip, but nope
I get stopped, I`ve been clocked, I gotta figure out
A way to slip through the
Crowd because I knew the
Disguise wouldn`t last forever, although I cleverly
Hid my facial identity, they`re still ahead of me
They gather next to me and sweat me like sex, yo
And all I`m hearin is: Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
(I ain`t the one)
Go Freshco
Go
Go
Go Freshco
Go
Go
Go Freshco
Go
Go
Go Freshco
Go
Go
Go Freshco
[ VERSE 3: Freshco ]
No, but nice to meet you, my name is Shawn and I`m gone
I gotta jet quick, word born
I check for the crew, then break out like the measels
They wonder why I`m rollin with a crew of cock-diesel
Ruffneck brothers with the cellular phone kits
Surroundin me tightly, then finally it hit
That I was on the low profile tip and so on
I`m smooth, so I flow on, you know I had to throw on
The hood from my jacket, damn I`m late, I`m in a jam
And man, I need a plan cause I refuse to play Running Man
They come and stand with me, girls be tryin to kiss me
Suckers try to diss me and that gets me all pissy
It ain`t all about bein souped up
But it`s tough playin ball takin the train or the bus
People act like they never seen a rapper chillin
I sign some autographs but then they start illin
Askin me ridiculous things, hey yo, I don`t know
People are startin to stare, hey yo, I`m audi, I gotta go
Maybe I`ll take a flick cause it`ll be cool if we met, though
Friends to the end, and no more: Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
Ain`t U Freshco?
(Nah black)
(I ain`t the one)
Go Freshco
Go
Go
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