Well, my name is C and I can guarantee if you wanna be down, then down is where I'll be I'm on Fresh Mode, I rock Mode I rap Fresh Mode, I'm on Fresh
And I'm Dizzy Dustin, bustin', that's my And all you sucka alligators get soufled I'm on Fresh Mode, I'm on Mode I'm on Mode, I'm on Fresh Mode
Hey, let me plummet from the summit to the as bactine To clean away the rotten bacon sizzling I wanna make feelings cool, let's get you a towel With a style, I keep it like a produce aisle What's up to the guys especially you ladies If it's jiggling baby, then go maybe
to the rhythm, to the roll, to the rap People stand in line my rhymes are on tap They me fresh with the flesh crayon And if it doesn't on, I got a can of spray on So you can see how top we get
Yo, man I come fresher than a toilette Now some of these players play mister big But truth be told, they're fold origami And cease to make moves, they get stuck in the tarpit
they try to spill shame On my stain resistant In combat, I'm a diving I'm locked in, I'm a rugrat, well get on that
I adjust my bird sight to a termite And a mosquito, 'cause I hate a bug bite I put the dark in the archives to stay
I'm done feeling drowsy and lousy And if you feel the way check us at a spot with no dress code We're on Mode
We're on Mode We're on Fresh We're on Mode We're on Fresh
This fresh breath mint gets dropped a hint I see them but they can't see me like tint I'm lint a black light, I stand out you rap to Flashlight and fan out Put an on the cargo Your shipping are through
You call [unverified] (Who are you?) I'm (I know that)
We went through and stacks of old wax To bring it Now I don't Buddha, can't stand Cess But I'll eat a couple Ruffles, they're guaranteed fresh I'm like Indiana Jones skulls and bones
Not to mention cars and cellular phones I see the circus on the surface, it's the pipe no All leaks from the spout, 'cause the freaks to come out The buzz around town says you
You If it's anything than fresh don't say nada Duckling in your ear With Young Einstein on the Cutting a cheese grater
Now we be Sonny Bono's ex and share a song That heads like hair care, so pull up a chair Others the cash prize and may commercialize They're sly a fry guy stealing my fries
But it's about nothing but we rockin' your pound Not Depeche We're on Mode
Now where's Young (The man the beats to cause a disaster) He's on Mode, he's on (Fresh, Fresh) He's on Mode, (Fresh, so Fresh)
And this is Ugly Duckling, groove We from the clouds to the ocean floor We're on Fresh Mode, on Fresh Mode We're on Fresh Mode, we're