your street Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime Fresh flesh, and the city's mine, fresh flesh Fresh Flesh Under
Traduction: Peur. Fresh Flesh.
Fresh flesh, slingin' down your street. Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat? Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime, Fresh flesh, and the city's mine!
[Esoteric] Let 'em feel it It's the E-S, take a deep breath, beat death Vocals eat flesh, like mesh Puttin holes up in ya weak chest, ya must check this
[Chorus: Flesh-n-Bone {Layzie Bone} (Krayzie Bone)] 'Creepin' On Ah Come Up' from sunup to sundown. Movin', we get up and get around. {Facts don't lie
first, I'm getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man You always rap first, I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, I'm fresh, I'm fresh
fresh bed Laid sleeping First Son down And never made a sound As she purged her scourge With birth-blood and quiet tears Watching as her fears and love
and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand [D] So just a [R] Bust a rhyme [D] It's a must cause I'm [R] Funky fresh, in the flesh
rhymes inside your mailbox infared dots BLAHW caught your dreadlocks waitin for tha cops and tell him that ur ass had beef wit Biggie and 2pac hot lead to flesh
piece of your head So you too can be among the living dead you know I need it you know I feel it you know I want it some fresh blood and flesh please
like a battering ram Knockin' them bustas flat on their back I'll show 'em how bad I am The baddest when it comes to this rap My nigga now Flesh is home
m getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man You always rap first, I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, I'm fresh, I'm fresh Thyme
beatin' in ya chest When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh So while you try to keep it fresh
go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand So just a Bust a rhyme It's a must cause I'm Funky fresh, in the flesh
amongst the dead Licking at their blackened limbs the zombie pleasure cries Lucifer's immortal glory Watch them swapping eyes Writhing in a mound of death Maggots under the flesh Digging fresh
and cold The night draws the warmth from my flesh Howls in the distance The wolves they catch my scent They yearn for my blood warm and fresh But I
