Swoope - Fresh to d**h lyrics

[Intro] How fresh is he? (x3) Open your ears [Hook] How fresh is he? He's fresh to d**h (x3) (Call me Lucifer) How fresh is he? He's fresh to d**h (x3) (Call me Lucifer, yea My friends call me fresh, flesh) [Verse 1] Young, fly, and fresh to d**h is what they call him They say he's hot They say he's scalding Cream of the crop, at the top of the pot Or the cauldron Which crafts him into the spotlight of all men Been balling, since a young spalding First came on the scene, crawling in the garden Spittin' all types of real slick jargon He was just a lad then, speaking to Aladdin Eve was just a Jasmine, he was like Jafar man Well, similar the staff in hand, cobra Fast forward, now he's older Cream of the crop, at the top of the pot Or the cauldron Witchcraft now is in the spotlight of all men His swag pistach, nuts go all men His path got 'em following like a cult man Yea, the influence-a, is influenza And his flu is what the ma**es request Cause they think he's fresh [Hook] [Verse 2] The culture he's influenced Got 'em speaking his language And them fluent, them fluid Them flew with the fly one Like a maggot out his youth they say he's fly son And in his mind it's ensuing "How stupid I dupe them Scoop them, school them And now they're producing new students Pursuing, d**h where their tomb is How foolish of humans That they don't recognize that I do this by fusing d**h in their music Now they're using, gest where their doom is For doing, this I have fueled them with coolness And now they are cool kids I use them as mutants Hex them, label them generation X-Men Freshmen, I profess them through seducing 'Till d**h is, their profession through their two lips" The enemy's imagery has mentored these Entering into the flickering flames So when the freshness fades, the d**h will stay [Verse 3] I resist, the wants of the flesh Was making me sick, like bumps on the flesh They make me resist, my flesh's spirit bu*t heads like Beavis they can't co-exist Co-exist, it ain't enough space Only one can stick around, it ain't enough paste It ain't enough ailments bruh, so I tell ya bruh There's an exit door for beelzebub, yea The Word says he'll flee man I follow James like a plague for a Cleveland 4 and 7 got me playing good defense Similar the 6 and 11 of Ephesians My eyes all on it like God of the deep end I dive off in my diaper on Him I depend Like I peed pants, or my sheets wet I stand firm in the faith, got my feet set