UNTITLED LOVE UNLIMITED By fres March 2008 (1st verse) I speak easy like, boot - legging the words I stir, up / Not in cursive, but my penmanships perfect! ~ / You throwing raw meat at a full grown, griffin / You pre Madonna cubs ain’t nothing, but a gimmick ~ / You cats ain’t ready - I’m, a yeti - in the snowstorm / Four by four pick up, golden fleece to keep, me - warm / I’m on my way to zion, you only reaching FOR babylon / I’m tired of the struggle, but ya’ll rip van winkle / Sprinkle some pixie dust on your wings and you’ll fly? / You fairy tale emcees is the reason I take flight / I told you in the beacon of light, I’m ill sick / Make your brain twist, like electric kool aid drinks / It’s no movement -- it’s collision of tectonic plates / No conclusion, so let’s see where this will takes us / It’s the phenomenon, time to be cool like Travolta / Ya emcees Heath Ledgers --- a dead joker / emcees get ripped (now), insert the sound clip / here’s the big difference between you and me kid / I released it in 96 - plastic cassette tapes / You leaked it on, mp3 just yesterday / I missed the band wagon, I must have still been asleep / But that’s all right, yea, I’ll get there walking on the streets / Hear the beat kick, (kick) kick into the snare / On top of that I’ve brought some words to share / (2nd verse) While you twiddling your thumbs and giving the middle finger / I’m out in the forest, chopping myself some timber / Flask full of liquor book full of soliloquies / You thinking 6 figures, I’m singing songs for infinity / Charlie Chaplin actors sounding like you some fools / Cracked the pro tools, now you’ve got yourself a studio? / I started with the analog multi track knob twisting / Beat box looping with sample and then I mixed in / In the sequence, merge the MIC and spit / Words meet when the reversed beat first hits / Eq and add an effect, as a matter of fact / Even though I’m head of the class, no time to slack / Giving you a slap on the back or even a dap / Whether you feel it or not it’s like that/ You want the green stuff, I’ve just got the blues / I bring the hip hop that stays true to the roots / emcees get ripped (now), insert the sound clip / here’s the big difference between you and me kid / I released it in 96 - plastic cassette tapes / You leaked it on, mp3 just yesterday / I missed the band wagon, I must have still been asleep / But that’s all right, yea, I’ll get there walking on the streets / Hear the beat kick, (kick) kick into the snare / On top of that I’ve brought some words to share / (3rd verse) Still underground like the velvet, and when I sell out / Someone make sure, my action figure, has a steel mouth / kung fu grip, real hair and some accessories / Remote control car with my image, cuz that’s necessary / Put the grill on the cereal box ~, for the mothers / I’m use to having it placed on the milk carton covers / Drop the bass out - let me control it with the rhythm see ~ / Planet of the apes, escaping your primitive speech / You thought it was over with the 10 count in the ring / you’ve only begun to taste a fragment of what I bring / Grim reaper creeping and breathing on down your neck / It’s the close line, head in the corner buckle and slam / Damn this kid, is outta control, he’s at it again / Hungry like the wolf, - I’m not talking duran duran / Been writing this book, a novel for all who listen / Fres, putting in work --- poems of an assassin / emcees get ripped (now), insert the sound clip / here’s the big difference between you and me kid / I released it in 96 - plastic cassette tapes / You leaked it on, mp3 just yesterday / I missed the band wagon, I must have still been asleep / But that’s all right, yea, I’ll get there walking on the streets / Hear the beat kick, (kick) kick into the snare / On top of that I’ve brought some words to share /