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Y-y-yes we fresh
Y-y-yes we fresh
Y-y-yes we fresh
We the L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, fresh to death
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Yes we fresh, yes we fresh
We the L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, fresh to death
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Yes we fresh, yes we fresh
Definitely my melody still underground heavily
Turbulence on takeoff but now I'm flying steadily
Move through the sky, niggas going bye-bye
This Low Tug musical is large as Funk and I
By the way, those that hate him out of state moderating
Tour date annihilating any stage, any club
Anywhere I get the love, jump, shout, push and shove
It's Lords of the Underground for short, call us Low Tug
Fitted hat, skully hat, always drop 'em loaded rap
You know how I do, I'm bringing that cabbage back
Win some, lose some, nigga just bet it back
I'm fresh on track, how fresh is that?
We the L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, fresh to death
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Yes we fresh, yes we fresh
We the L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, fresh to death
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Yes we fresh, yes we fresh
Konichiwa, dashi
Jersey to Japan, Funky Mane so fresh
We showed the East Coast how to rock them bandanas
Still ripping shows from Angola to Alabama
My flow is the sweetest fluid, you can call it Tropicana
Chicks screaming at my shows like Dakota Fanning
Dudes are shocked that the Lords are back, you can't believe
We still get in your ass and clear it out like Summer's Eve
There ain't no competition, wack MCs, your clock is ticking
Young dudes that wanna rock should have to come get my permission
You thought we wasn't coming back, you're retarded
Bout to have you doing the Biz Mark' or Wop to Steve Martin
We the L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, fresh to death
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Yes we fresh, yes we fresh
We the L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, fresh to death
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Yes we fresh, yes we fresh
Y-y-yes we fresh
Y-y-yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
Y-y-yes we fresh
L-O-R-D-S, yes we fresh
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