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