Steady B - Stupid Fresh lyrics

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Steady B - Stupid Fresh lyrics

Yes, Steady B, and I'm stupid fresh When I say I rock the party, won't give nothing less That's the range of my rhymes, 'cause rhyming is my major No I'm not fly, but a def teenager Studyin' sk**s [?] making me better Writing out the s**ers an obituary letter Look at the man, you say "Could he be?" Tat Money, and he's down with me He's driving the wheels like a man possessed I'm not letting other DJs creating a mess You're not rhyming on my level, no way you can manage Tat's the terrorizer turntable savage On the wheels, so we are best Steady B and Tat Money we're stupid fresh Dusting off our rap [?] dusted s**ers on my lines like it ain't no justice The scratch master king cut designer And I can [?] titles [?] def rhymer Funk is our intention, your body and mind Do the stupid fresh [?] I'm ripping [?] MCs to pieces Not with [?] but with my rap [?] Looking at my rhyming I know you want to grab it Eliminating MCs is my good habit The [?] is complicated like a game of chess As the name of this jam is Stupid Fresh To write rhymes like these intelligence is needed Just staying the facts, don't mean to sound conceited Practice every day, write rhyme after rhyme The way I murder my s**ers might as well be a crime 'Cause the name's Steady B, Stupid Fresh is the title Some say it's true, I'm a s**er MC's idol Steady B is back again, I keep coming back Getting paid cash money 'cause I got it like that Yes, verse after verse, line after line You got to be persistent when making a rhyme The rhyme I conducted, no [?] disrupted You can never doubt a sick mind is [?] To the hype [?] living in the hip hop world Can never be gay with all these girls Stupid fresh Tat, where's it at? The master cut will leave 'em in dismay Steady B is left standing, you will say "Hooray" MCs in fear, DJ pacify Deadly def rhymes laced with cyanide But you're no rapper 'cause I'm the dictator And you're in Tat's lair when you touch that fader I can sing a song but I ain't no priest But if you're a s**er, [?] decease 'Cause I'm the defest there is, [?] occasion [?] fire, not instigation I'm coming out to battle so get out the bandage [?] Steady 'cause [?] damage [?] yeah you know who Steady B and Tat Money back with part two [?] executed, s**ers are booted Ask how we're doin', there's nothing to it Don't talk about a battle, 'cause you're sure to fail I'm the earthquake; you're the Richter Scale Adrenaline starts flowing with the rhymes I construct And you can try to write 'em but it's my [?] Yes I am a rapper, don't ask me to sing The name is Steady B, yes, the audio king

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