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letra de beat box - farm fresh

[intro]
“they are a brandon group called fresh fresh.”
“brandon’s next band is going to make millions and millions of dollars as…farm fresh.”
“as you can see…farm fresh isn’t dead. they’re on hiatus
“ladies and gentlemen. farm fresh.”
“let’s take it back to the beat box”
“aw, man auditions are over today alright? you gotta come back next week, alright?”
“let’s take it back to the beat box”

[hook] {x2}
guess who’s on the beat box {x4}
it’s farm fresh, no wonder p&c rocks

[verse one: mcenroe]
snare or hi hat, there i’ll try that
compare to the others who prepare for buy back
my bag filled with breaks and tech toys
i lack still, but make the best choice
price tag’s large but immune to stick shock
my rep’s huge like a new york knickerbock
bully of the block, p-ss the rock and step back
one second on the clock, take a shot and that’s that
another game winner from the big name center
god d-mn don’t enter as another dame edna
will they ever give the man his props due?
flawless on the track and the jam he rocks too
the beat of the drum, built p&c rugged
but will he even be what the industry wanted?
love it or hate it, i’ve been it since naked
dumb that they say it, they must be mistaken
this faking, all about it’s changing
no sk!lls displayed, just disc changing
that’s the set sh-t i ain’t trying to hear
trade your technics in for a pioneer
broke your vestax, sold your best wax
that’s your last chance, homie’s left back
another day, stayed, played in summer school
saw your proteje stole from under you
put it on my tab, i’m a guest of the under hills
never take a cab all the way and no wonder we’ll
play to get the cash and stay while the props last
dangerous like pipi’s hand on a cop’s badge
powerful like birdapres in a dollar bin
years on the mic just to play to a following
it’s coming together now, no hint or stalling
omaha hold ’em, no limit, all in

[hook]

[verse two: pip skid]
we house a beat while your beat’s a gazebo
you wait at red lights like stupid people
we cake walk and j walk right through the industry
making moves like we’re fighting the enemy
as if they put us in the ring with bush
so you gotta have more than just a swing and a push
bringing the rush
like eddie lee
let us hustler’s play like steady b
could bp really wanna see the scratch?
and still really wanna free who the cops catch?
from the pot patch
to the p.o.w
even with a mic man p won’t w
don’t wanna drive than stay off the road
go home, kick back, have a drink and load
think the code that we crack the sh-t but break bread
and all of the homies be able to get fed
let it be said
you’ve been backtracking and hiding
instead of rapping you’ve been horseback riding
you’re quite the sight like a landfill dump
and when i point the pump i’m like “stand still chump”
awwww, i don’t wanna see you dance
i got you in the club with them nba pants
what, you can’t decide on the team you like?
me and my technician will make a mic
the cake’s alright but it’s not the purpose
don’t need the label to hold us and burp us
scold us and work us into submission
me and them, yep we been through some friction
no definition too diverse
go past and ask ’em to screw my verse
and still
you want me to pencil you in?
but the beat box ain’t for the sensitive skin

[hook]

- farm fresh

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