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the beans on the table I always say

Extra, extra read all about Fresh is back
You how it happen
I wasn't rappin' for a time
But now I'm with a strong rhyme
Look, near the camera, snap my
sign my name on it, then I get richer
Like LL said, "Don't call it a
And the fact, Jack, I'm all that"

Here I am in the
I'm the funky, funky, funky, fresh
Rhyme authority, rhythm
Hip-hop liaison, rap
Do the daring, the of the cut
The prince of and all that stuff
Sexy, sexy, making the honeys
Girlies passin' out, ah,

Back the dead like Jason
People thought I was over, they were
Me and Jeff's out of the hit list
But ah, ah, ah, not so
back at cha, can't go back at cha
Catch fast ball I'm throwin' at y'all
up and smell the coffee, I'm back now
Thanks for my girl warm for me, pal

The man with the cape, the in the center
Out for a while but kept up
Pen and paper, so I had my
to rap
Then I set my goals and I shot for
What I do best, funny, to with hardcore

on radio, face on TV
Spankin' new funky on a CD
Out to attack, the wack, contact
It's gonna be a night go get a knapsack
I gotta getta make ya face the
That I'm the best on wax, I'm all that

All that see, yo
All that see, yo
All you'll see, yo
Get
Yo, I'm all
All that see, yo
All you'll see, yo
All you'll see, yo
Get

Get up, get down, get funky, get
I'm the best show and I got
In the past there was that kid doubted
But now I'm back and there's no about it
The is on the wall
ya mic and a stage and I'm a rip it, rip it, up y'all
'Cause I can
Is there rapper in the world, like me? Hell, no

No one's me, others try to bite me
Bad, deba, deba, deba, deba, bad, me
Someone like me somewhere to just not
Where the they at, who cares?
'Cause your got the ace in the
The lover brother, numero uno
The with soul

Comin' out a on the new tip
For those of you that thought I couldn't do
Yo well consider it
the same got the parents
Just don't the same one
People that I couldn't rap
You could that
I'm a rapper and a half

And in the past I chose to make laugh
And I was for that
Some called me soft, some me wack
I gotta admit y'all, I bad
So as usual I my dad
He's sort of a fifty-one old casanova
He said, "Son, yo, on over"
He sat me down and he me this
"Son, you're all that, you're gonna get dissed"
He put his arms me and he said
"Son, I was all that I was young"

So pump point on and set my sights on
Making a record that thought was the [Incomprehensible]
Philly born and raised, I've been for days
I can't wait to get back my new track
Rhyme like lava, voice a volcano
I'ma rhyme through your radio, words like
A Porsche 911 and I don't Jack
Yo, we all

All you'll see, yo
All you'll see, yo
All that see, yo
All you'll see, yo
All that see, yo
All that see, yo
All that see, yo
All that see, yo