| |
|
|
| ||
 |
Title:
Freshest on the Mic (Remix) Artist: Unanimous Label: Ruf Label Year: 1996 Album: Ruf Diamonds Vol. 1 (Label compilation) |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: Mark Murray Contact: mark@cowcud.demon.co.uk Corrections: BSE Artist Discography |
|
Chorus [KRS sample] "I'm the freshest thing on the mic... "I'm the freshest thing on the mic...don't mess with me" "I'm the freshest thing on the mic... "I'm the freshest thing on the mic...don't mess with me" Verse 1 Ahhh, kunkajanka (?) I got flows that hitcha, but I'm not Rutger Hauer Styles I develop like a picture Brothers call me Chic 'cause I freak out Hardcore rappers, you don't have to pull your dick out Just chill out, hip-hop reigns on my single If you wanna hear House I suggest you play Bingo Like Ringo Starr I'm a brother goin' far (Yeah) Everybody knows I be rushin' opposition like a Czar Skills are Professional like Bodie (wah-wah-wah-wowww) All the bitches wanna know me 'cause our beats are gettin' fatter Appealin' to the rap, soul and ragga I'm rockin' more hits than Mick Jagger so... [KRS: "I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me"] Verse 2 Everybody on the scene couldn't wait to hear the new Unanimous flavour, we're kickin' down the gate with a force so strong you would think I was a ninja Words are dancin' over melodies like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers I'm out to get the fame and loot The way I rap is pussy 'cause when you feel it you wanna shoot (Uh!) Terror in the eyes of challengers amuse me The crews be jealous 'cause my syllables be flowin' like the booze be flowin' from the Queen Vic The most beautifullest thing in this world is my dick When I produce a new lick it's gettin' harder than cheese or margarine that's spent 20 years in the larder Repeat chorus x2 Verse 3 Mics are gettin' ros(?), now I'm peakin' like China A rhymer known for gettin' down but I won't be doin' 69ers Tell your rapper he's a wussy, when I see him like Zanussi he'll get the middle finger 'cause he's pussy Collectin' my props as I kick flow From Thornton Heath to Jupiter, hittin' ya like R. Bowe Riddick, my best fan used to be a critic So if you think of dissin' me act like my ex- and forget it Fresher than funk from ya poo, man You can tell your mom I drop bombs that Saddam could never do, man Yeah I-ran and I-raq when I flex freaky flavours over any rugged track [KRS: "I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me"] Verse 4 Fe-fi-fo-fum, I smell a bomb so I switch on the drum Gotta see a hoe hum to my lyraculous style It's miraculous, wild, crazy MC's, if you had 2 Technics SL-1200 you still couldn't phase me Like Chuck Imma raise the roof I'm bringin' more pain than tooth decay My fatness is breakin' the scales In one second flat an orgasm on the DAT is what you'll be gettin' from the Unanimous lab Fatter than Russell Grant flab, hittin' like an Ali jab Fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe I'm the freshest thing on the mic, don't mess with me Repeat chorus til fade | ||
© britishhiphop.co.uk / ukhh.com 1999 - 2001
Lyrics Archive in conjunction with