Pure, raw and organic Fake, nah, can't stand it That juice is clean, don't panic Best fruits, fresh, don't can it An I'm fresh to death No j- shore but i gots to rep The state where the fresh fruit taste the best Stay up on the farm in the middle north west Un-pasturized but don't you worry Look past your eyes, vision blurry Get magnetized to the track real fast Got the system on blast and a crowd to roll past Kick the seat back a little Turn the bass up a little Hot, fresh from the griddle Over saturated and complicated like a riddle Got em dancin in the street, and yellin No pain from the feet? you're gellin' Don't buy the crap they sellin Imma put us on the map like Magellan Got the EQ graphic And i'm stuck in traffic, But the beat keep blastin They on the sidewalk passin visibly effected by the soundwaves directed at their cerebellum, I don't care if you tell em that they can't stand straight cuz the man's mandate is to freak the track so it throws out ya back keep the facts straight, i bang beats with a mallet, hammer out the meat then i sauté the shallots nice on the palate Taste in the balance dinner's on the way so enjoy the salad WOOP WOOP If the fuzz roll by Bring the level down to 5 Don't look em in the eye Both hands on the wheel And focus just drive Boom bap Straight 80's Smooth crap Hey ladies Dude in the back, the girls are ignoring him The Mack is back on the track I'm mark Morrison Too late tho cuz you missed your chance Only one lady got the keys to these pants you can still dance, in your heels or your vans shakin on the floor to the twoname jams Boom to the bap to boom to boom bap Let the track make the people's hands clap Get down step up your game Say cheese as they snap the frame Instagram, the iPhone flick Straight To the gas the match been flicked Yall once tame, but the game done flipped Loose lips guaranteed to sink ships And I'm misdirected Like a missed connection clean out your ears before they get and infection Quit it with the trash intake to the brain Hittin up the stash, take two for the pain Clean out your head, make up your bed, the kid is on the move so get out the lead try to keep up, I got my city shoes on Imma leave ya in the dust if you stand too long Always on the move, always doing work, but every Sunday morning you can find me at church Don't hurt the grand kids Rebirth to band kids Teaching toddlers to make beats before they stand kid