This song was written and recoded way back in 2007. I had finally got myself a full set of turntables and wanted to give them a go on the track. Granted, I'm no DJ. "Fresh" is a timeless Brother Shadrach boom bap track.
lyrics
pull to the fresh station ask the manager to fill me up// but only 100 grade premium// thats the minimum for getting me up// now 7 past the millennium// me and fresh are synonyms// call us twins the way intertwine// I cut my own hair today and its fine// deception, looking at a well dressed reflection reflecting shine// oh wait man its mine// so cold I'm frosbit// don't get lost man// me looking good doesn't happen often// so when I does I floss// not afraid to bust out my pearly whites because I floss// and brush daily// I must say sometimes I look so broke you feel like you must pay me// that don't fade me// those days make me appreciate the ones when I do look nice// but for now, I do look tight// so give me my props and credit for not looking a mess// I'm hot like Mexico call me baja fresh// am I feeling myself ha ha yes!

my styles fresh// bet on anything
and tell me can you hear that

the levels are good
and the beat is phat
I'm fresh to def
so tell me can you hear that

re-medicate with some sedatives// so you can sleep when your favorite emcee sounds repetitive// its hard to eat in a career so competitive so things fall apart in desperation// our ears need restoration// or just rest itself// ears rest yourselves with shadbeats// too much ice got you frozen so defrost with some mad heat// ya'll jock like a bunch of sad sheep// grazing your way by video plays// I lay lazily sitting on waves// I wish I could do rap like new york when that chick spit in her face// white T's and nikes the game could do without it// I'm cool without it// I do I like my customs by design one// but I only rock that pair cause you aint got one// I'm so fresh dun sun// that the stocker puts me behind other rappers cartons// the ones old and moldy or soon to retire// check my date I'm not soon to expire//

my styles fresh// bet on anything
and tell me can you hear that

the levels are good
and the beat is phat
I'm fresh to def
so tell me can you hear that

I am an artist// spitting on some virgin white canvas// to make you go bananas// building tapestries of majestic scenes // all my dreams- that you couldn't even fathom// my past heard in the words of my stanzas// got you amazed by the sound of a panda// somebody told me music is the answer// but i haven't heard a beat yet that could cure cancer// with that in mind// I take a second look at life when it seems bad at times// club slime- that aint rhyming// and no i wont sell you a beat if you bad at timing// cause my pride too big// I think my minds too big- mature thoughts// try to catch my signature-watch// as i move thru veins to get to your heart// and just in case you forgot.. the name is shadrach
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