It’s Fresh

[Intro: Men in the audience]
Hmm, yo, what’s up, D-Square?
Yo, cool
Yo man, it’s $25 to get in this jam, man
Don’t worry. It’s fresh! Ms. Melodie made it
[Instrumental]
Uh, huh. Oh, man. Yo, yo look over there, man. That’s-that’s Ms. Melodie getting ready to grab the mic
Ooh! Look at her!
Aw, man. Yo, let’s move up to the front to see what she’s got to say (Come on)
Yo, I’m gonna go get a drink in a little while, I wanna hear this
After

[Verse 1]
I’m a Black woman, a poetess coming
Live on stage
Recite me some page (Ooh)
Of memorized rhymes, on time
Design, to never make you look behind
But forward, at me, and gradually
Find out my name is Ms. Melodie
Taking you down to a place where few people go
The rhymes are fresh, you know
But speaking of that, we continue to rap
So please watch the show, and yes, watch your back
‘Cause whack cannot be accepted
For what it represents, and what it represented
Back in the days, and here now in the future
In many different ways, this wreck is like a tutor
Teaching students after school hours
New styles and types of rhymes to get hype
Because I don’t write the weak and outdated

[Hook: Men in the audience]
(It’s fresh, if Ms. Melodie made it!)

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
So, check out my description
My rap position
I’m on a quest
Interpreting, a bona fide mission
I study my opponents like in a game of chess
I read and write poetry like a true poetess
That’s what I am, not a microphone queen
I got them in a chokehold
The only things MC queens rule, is their households
So come correct, ‘cause I’m all about something special
Ms. Melodie, another name for celestial
I’m not here to brag, but if you want an autograph
Then I’ll tag your notebook or pad
By loading up my pistol, better known as a pen
So here’s the first album, the start, the trend
A funky, dope, raw vocals and buck wild beats
All dressed up, it’s time to go, is this your treat?
Because I’m taking you out on a one, two, three
There’s not a body out there that can hang with Melodie
I’m taking you out with your eyes wide open
Come on, I’m not soft
If that’s what you’re hoping
I’m taking no pity, boy
Been raised in the city
That’s Flatbush, Brooklyn to be exact
Living life like a rebel, complicated at that
But still, I manage to rock you steady
‘Cause the talent outdo ‘em, the mic ain’t ready (Yeah)
I do believe that we should be rockin’ (Yeah)
Jamming inside, while the outside knockin’ (Come on!)
[?] of kids stickin’
Prostitutes trickin’
Ms. Melodie keeps your benzie box kickin’ (Hoo wee!)
So once again, just let me state it

[Hook: Men in the audience]
(It’s fresh, if Ms. Melodie made it! Hoo wee!)

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
I’m sweet, I’m cold like an ice cream cone
Rockin live and alive and harder than stone
I may be a female, but I have shown
To be extraordinary like a rebel, not a fairy
These other weak females on the mic can’t get me or stand
Up to this hardcore poetess
Trying to diss, but they came on like a miss-ile
Let me reload it, I’ll explode
Into your face, a new episode
You see, some females try to act like a man
Yelling and screaming, or throwing that ass
But Ms. Melodie has a different plan
Understand who I am, no need to act like a man
‘Cause M-E-L-O-D-I-E can be a ruthless artist
A female that’s heartless
When I say, “It’s nothing,” they say, “Don’t be modest!”
A delicacy, top choice quality
An exquisite poetess down with BDP
But before I leave, just let me update it

[Hook: Men in the audience]
(It’s fresh, if Ms. Melodie made it!)

[Instrumental]

[Outro: Men in the audience]
Uh, huh. Get it! Come on! Hoo wee!
Uh, huh. Melodie! Yeah, hoo wee!
Let’s move in just a little closer!
Right there, yeah. Come on!
Hoo wee! Yeah
Let’s move in a little closer!
Yeah. Uh, huh, that’s it, that’s it
Yeah. Uh, huh
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah man, I’m just gonna move on down and get me a drink at the bar, you know?
I’ll be right back
Yeah. Come on!
Whatchu mean you ain’t got no money?
You ain’t got no money, then you can’t get nothing to drink!
Yo, I’m gonna get me a drink at the bar, man, just saying
Nah, I’m outta here, I’m outta here
Hoo wee! Yeah

[Hook: Man in the audience]
(It’s fresh, if Ms. Melodie made it!)