Beat Box - Farm Fresh, McEnroe, Pip Skid

«They are a Brandon group called Fresh Fresh.»

«Brandon's next band is going to make millions and millions of dollars as…

Farm Fresh.»

«As you can see… Farm Fresh isn’t dead.

They’re on hiatus

«Ladies and gentlemen.

Farm Fresh.»

«Let's take it back to the beat box»

«Aw, man auditions are over today alright?

You gotta come back next week,

alright?»

«Let's take it back to the beat box»

Guess who’s on the beat box

It’s Farm Fresh, no wonder P&C rocks

Snare or hi hat, there I’ll try that

Compare to the others who prepare for buy back

My bag filled with breaks and tech toys

I lack still, but make the best choice

Price tag’s large but immune to stick shock

My rep’s huge like a New York Knickerbock

Bully of the block, pass the rock and step back

One second on the clock, take a shot and that’s that

Another game winner from the big name center

God damn don’t enter as another dame Edna

Will they ever give the man his props due?

Flawless on the track and the jam he rocks too

The beat of the drum, built P&C rugged

But will he even be what the industry wanted?

Love it or hate it, I’ve been it since naked

Dumb that they say it, they must be mistaken

This faking, all about it’s changing

No skills displayed, just disc changing

That’s the set shit I ain’t trying to hear

Trade your Technics in for a Pioneer

Broke your Vestax, sold your best wax

That’s your last chance, homie’s left back

Another day, stayed, played in summer school

Saw your proteje stole from under you

Put it on my tab, I’m a guest of the under hills

Never take a cab all the way and no wonder we’ll

Play to get the cash and stay while the props last

Dangerous like Pipi’s hand on a cop’s badge

Powerful like Birdapres in a dollar bin

Years on the mic just to play to a following

It’s coming together now, no hint or stalling

Omaha Hold 'Em, No Limit, all in

We house a beat while your beat’s a gazebo

You wait at red lights like stupid people

We cake walk and J walk right through the industry

Making moves like we’re fighting the enemy

As if they put us in the ring with Bush

So you gotta have more than just a swing and a push

Bringing the rush

Like Eddie Lee

Let us Hustler’s Play like Steady B

Could BP really wanna see the scratch?

And still really wanna free who the cops catch?

From the pot patch

To the P.O.W

Even with a mic man P won’t W

Don’t wanna drive than stay off the road

Go home, kick back, have a drink and load

Think the code that we crack the shit but Break Bread

And all of the homies be able to get fed

Let it be said

You’ve been backtracking and hiding

Instead of rapping you’ve been horseback riding

You’re quite the sight like a landfill dump

And when I point the pump I’m like «Stand still chump»

Awwww, I don’t wanna see you dance

I got you in the club with them NBA pants

What, you can’t decide on the team you like?

Me and my technician will make a mic

The cake’s alright but it’s not the purpose

Don’t need the label to hold us and burp us

Scold us and work us into submission

Me and them, yep we been through some friction

No definition too diverse

Go past and ask 'em to screw my verse

And still

You want me to pencil you in?

But the beat box ain’t for the sensitive skin