Fresh - Non Prophets

N-O-N-P-R-O-P-H-E-T-S is

Stupid deaf

N-O-N-P-R-O-P-H-E-T-S is

Funky fresh

Sage Francis…

Joe Beats…

The Non Prophets LP…

This blood that runs through me for now flows for you

For whatever year sounds best.

bringing it

From the littlest state killing the mix tapes

Keeping it nimble like fingers flipping through singles in milk crates

Filthy like fingertips guilty of pilfering increments

The beats to match a rappers pleading innocence

Thinking this is going to be the best damn karaoke jam ever

Ever since 3rd Bass a devoted fan of Sam Sever

Never really was a metal-head I’d settle the score

With a remix instrumental of 'Never no More'

Reppin' the cause of ill MCs

Who like confusing metaphors with similes

To drop science in my rhymes

To kick knowledge all the time

To dis your posse… and my name up in lights, S-A-G-E

I hang producers with my loops

Watch me get loot

I got more styles than a pedophiles got proofs

In a van full of candy after one of their photo shoots

Deflowering more virgins than Thurston’s got polo suits

Rocking golden boots on the road to the riches

Got a poem that’s cute called 'an ode to my bitches'

Yo hold up, that ain’t righteous!

Well a god didn’t write this

Although I’m told a rhyme is mold is that of his likeness

(like thiiis)

Don’t you see how fucking beautiful life is?

How dare you waste it stuck in a cubicle with tight lips

Stand up!

Push out your chair, jump on your desk

And if you’ve got a crush on your coworker…

Touch her breasts!

And if you hate your boss cause hes a sucker…

Punch his chest!

Pull his wig back with pimp slaps… crush his kicks

Kick a hole in his computer pull the plug and then jet

You’re the goddamn man, motherfucker that’s fresh

Fresh, fresh, fresh

Fresh, fresh, fresh

Yo that’s fresh!

Now the to-do list grew thin but I still haven’t proven

Myself to myself I done an album with Rick Rubin

We have to keep slick rulin'!

Don’t romanticize your disease saying she keeps your dick drooling

Check yourself for a genital wart scare

Generals all prepare for chemical warfare

My neighbors have identical lawn chairs

One of them’s violating (penetrating a fraud)

Ain’t no escape a automobile train or plane

Swimming great lakes scaling mountain ranges or skating terrain

Making cake doesn’t make what you sayin' bang

You can’t make me relate, change your aims

Cause the buck buck buck … will call you shot callers

Suck suck suck… are you the dotcom-ers?

I’m a writer, a poet, a genius, I know it

I don’t buy cheeba, or moet

Ahhhhhh… yeah

Non prophets in your area y’all

Sage Francis and Joe Beats letting you know…

If I ever ever catch you drinking alcohol or smoking drugs of any kind

I will punch you dead in your melon motherfucker do not be smoking cigarettes

in my breathing space