Fresh

Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh
Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh
Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh
Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh

Anything I touch out here is fresh
Anything I touch right now is fresh
Anything I touch out here is fresh
Anything I touch right now is fresh
Anything I touch out here is fresh
Anything I touch right now is fresh
Anything I touch out here is fresh
Anything I touch right now is

Fresh
Anything I touch right now is fresh
Everything in my life right now, bless
Work so hard, no time to rest
I ain't gonna stop 'til I am the best

Big boy beat from my mandem FooR
Couple CD's, yeah that's pure
I spray a bar and get an encore
Rewind the track 'cause I'm gonna spit more
Going on a wicked and going on dread
In the soundclash everybody turn dead
C O Y S Menah wear red
This bassline wants kickin' out your head
This combination, that's how we do
Let me bust up the mic on the ones and twos
Straight dedicate to my raving crew
We keep it fresh, how about you?

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh
Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh
Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh
Anytime we come, we have to keep it fresh

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting (fresh)
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo (fresh)
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting (fresh)
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo (fresh)

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting (fresh)
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo (fresh)
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting (fresh)
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo (fresh)

Fresh
Anything I spray right now is fresh
See my supporters, big up your chest
Whether you're north, south east or west
Remember the slogan, limitless
Dread MC yeah that's my bro
Original rude boy with the killerman flow
Front man ting, we lock off the show
Show me your raving face Tyrone

Call me bad to the bone
Ring the alarm when I step a in the zone
Mash up the dance with this microphone
With the sub low bass to rip your speaker cone (come on)
A we make the people go mad (mad)
'Cause this one is wicked and bad
And you know the way that I flex
I big up the old school but still keep it fresh

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo

New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo
New kicks, new garms
Yo, everyting
New kicks, new garms
Everyting, yo



Credits
Writer(s): John Pitts, Gavin James Foord, Paul Christopher Atkinson, Mikel Anthony Medley, Kevin Adam Christie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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