Beat Box

[Intro] "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" [Hook] {x2} Guess who's on the beat box {X4} It's Farm Fresh, no wonder P&C rocks [Verse One: Mcenroe] 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 [Hook] [Verse Two: Pip Skid] 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 [Hook]