The Freshinging

by Super Fresh

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The Freshinging:
An album recorded in the heat of the moment. Super Fresh struggles with moving to a new state, missing the homies, not having that dank tree, and becoming a famous rapper.

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All beats made by Illuminati Goldberg
All Lyrics by Frank Freshington
Co Engineered by Wavy

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released November 21, 2015

Thank you to:
Gabrielle Gregory, Wavy, Wisco J, Bear Bourne, Biggo Manbeast, The Opiate Poet, Illuminati Goldberg, Logic Pro X, Lil Wayne, Mom and Dad, all the homies, and CRAS for the Iso booth.

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Track Name: Master Splinter
All this shits a risk
Iced out to the wrist
Begging to get jumped
And punked just like a bish

Dropping bars like quarters out the pocket
Momma got my picture in her locket
Maybe bought a 100 in my wallet
Hardly claim that I'm balling
Hit the wall
And break bricks
Punching holes for treasure
Open doors
That's my pleasure
How much good you gotta do
To measure up to a real man

Steady stepping with a real plan
Make shit work
Or bust
I bust my nuts
I'm on the cusp
Of blowing
Or being someone who wanders
But still ain't lost

Lost my mind
still ain't found
Grab the bud
And ground it
Down to some shake
Put it in the wrap and get the shakes
Ain't been smoking enough these days


All this shits a risk
Iced out to the wrist
Begging to get jumped
And punked just like a bish

You ain't ready for what's dropping next
Super fresh is up
I got some shit to get up off my chest
If I try a little harder
Bet that I could go farther than the rest
You don't bother me
you just a pest
Yo I'm chilling in the birds nest
Honing shit like I got 99 smithing
Crafted hard bars
Before I change my faces again
Revert back to wack mutha fucker
Who can flow like butter
Put thought in the track
Look what's coming back
Yo I sound like I rap
Yo you sound like you rap
I guess I could
Grapple
With my enemies
Verbal murder in the 1st degree
while I'm drinking Hennessy
You won't get the best of me
Trapping till they all see the best of me
Track Name: Wannabe Bolton
Doomed to die fat and sad
Buried in a pile of cigarette ash
But I'm getting sick of getting dicked around
Leave a couple of bodies unfound
Cause this is bull shit
Imma Spit
In the mouth of those fuck boys
Supreme discourse
And a mismatch
Of a good dude
In the wrong time
Spitting rhymes
Outta time
Keep grinding to get better
Cause I'm wanting to live better
the search lights scoping
For a criminal
Running Like his life depends on it
Trying not to be like him,
But it sounds like a good idea
to me and my friends
Sarghetti swoop
And put you in the soup
I'm warning you
For the last time
I'm gonna bust
Cause I can feel a monster
Ripping out my skull
And I'm feel spook
Ooky
And all together loopy
Tripping down a rabbit hole
Falling fast
And coming to terms
When I land
Imma be greater than thou
Thoughts
Coming through backwards
So I'm taking a while to decipher
Didn't get enough box tops
for the decoder ring
Working off memory
And it's time to see
Super Fresh on your screen
Young and hungry
Ready-made
and wrapped in plastic
Fight a punk bitch
Knock some teeth down ya throat
And break a nose
Step again
And I'll brand my name on your ass
Get owned.

Look back through the lyrics
Didn't say shit
Didn't wanna
Just flexing on a bitch,
Level up my rap game
So i gain some fame
This shitty ass jobs are lame
And all the same

But now I'm
Sitting on the porch
In just my shorts
Having a great night
Faded take a dip
After a bottle and a trip
Missed the folks
Glad I gotta see em
Missed the homies
And Los mos
Damn I can't believe it
That I'm almost half way through this shit
Getting better everyday
Just keep that in mind
Feeling pretty good
And stay home
Hitting books
With mean looks
Lower the defense
So I can soak up more
Living under palm trees
Michigan Tropics galore
And I'll Jackie Moon ya
Write a giant check
For my giant bank
Spend all 30 dollars on dank
And skank down to ska show
Party it out
Do tons of blow
Black out on my couch

Look back through the lyrics
Didn't say shit
Didn't wanna
Just flexing on a bitch,
Level up my rap game
So i gain some fame
This shitty ass jobs are lame
And all the same
Track Name: Scooby Don't FT Satan
Aye pops.
Sorry I didn't call today.
I been busy trying to get these bars in place
Schools getting dope
Bought some soap
And the breads already old
Living alone got me missing pizza hut
Need a smoke
To choke
Back a feeling or two
And feel better too
Nodding my head to the music
Think I might lose it
I'm a bomb
Better Defuse it
Its dry and arid
Shoulda been preparing
For my obvious drop
You a bitch
you a thot
I'm coming like thoth
Diggin a moat
To ride in my boat
Forgetting a coat
Hope that I float
On the concrete
Still land locked
And drinking coffee
Super fresh ya lost me
Toss deez
Nuts on a salad
Fork em and slide on
Something comfy
I still ain't done fucking
Ya brain
Two cents
Blind man
With some evidence
In my defense
I never wanted to wake up there again
Love sack living
Two faced grinning
Moving to fast
To go back now
Tear my acl if I turn
Hand sanatize a bitch
That's a burn


Moving on ain't easy
Trying not to sound cheesy
But I been here to long
It's time for a change of pace
Time for a new face
Track Name: S.H.R.R.E.A.M
Conjunction junction no
Backwards functions
Working all day
And seeing no benifit
Momma warned me
there'd be times like this

Sipping on a lions mug
Early morning leaning
Covered in bugs
Wake up to an oven
Thinking about what I know
And missing the cousins
Got the comp dialed back
So windows 95 is where it's at
Two stepping side swipes
Fuck tinder
My girls on my right
Pride in being a snake
Is never a quality to look for
Foolish on Friday
Stunned on Saturday
And striding away by Sunday day
Line up the facts.
They were all there
Cut me some slack
It took a few months to
Grow a pair

Conjunction junction no
Backwards functions
Working all day
And seeing no benifit
Momma warned me
there'd be times like this

Content with nothing
And bored as hell
Might feel better in jail
Chronic coughs
Laced with rellos
America's the new Irish
Meat and potatoes
Order me some free Mc tricks
And do some flip tricks
Cap my ass
And teeth
Call Me a cavity
Spulunking far off places
Coming back
Realize I'm in small spaces
Hate racists
Oxymoron
The biggot coming out
Peace and love
Only when humans ain't around
Stay stuck in my head
It's a nice place.
Should buy up a carpet
And grind off my face
Here we go fresh
Pick up the pace
Turn up the bass
And do it post haste
Rip up a lotus
And drop it on the table
Call that spending some bills
For some thrills
Sorry for the spills


Conjunction junction no
Backwards functions
Working all day
And seeing no benifit
Momma warned me
there'd be times like this
Track Name: Colorado
Shouts to the homies back home
Trouble sleeping
And the weed blows
Missing Colo tree
But this ain't free
Gotta keep doin me

I'm walking a fine line
Between jeopardy
And longevity
Takin trips with the shadow of death
We got down to the pier
And joke about sex
Getting ready for some new shit
And ain't put out the old shit
But when this drops
I'll be takin gold shits
Call me old
Ain't original
Put me in song mode
And press go
I'll be Makin hits
Sitting on the couch with my bitch
My goggles are dirty
And my hairs a mess
Stopped giving a fuck bout my looks
And tried to read some more books
Free writing
Like my words escaping from lock down
Rap till I'm horse
Get on and ride it to the sunset
Moved in to a birds nest
And waited to get fed
An agenda from press
Keep trapping like the rest

Shouts to the homies back home
Trouble sleeping
And the weed blows
Missing Colo tree
But this ain't free
Gotta keep doin me

Inspiration
Guess I got it
Ya'all just bought it
I can flaunt it
Meditation
From inebriation
Slipping without some friction
Upgrade my diction
Put the flows round my neck
Wear em like a chain
Where's the homies at
Ain't heard from em in days
Been wanting to walk around
but kinda don't feel safe
Been toasted as hell
For the past few days
Trying deal
with my thoughts
Keep repeating like I'm writing a hook
Actually it's like a book
Find the motif
And leave em shook
Track Name: Hail Thee Traveler
Gotta feelin the world ending soon
Doubt it'll be in a boom
But we still hanging on
Like a loom
While the impeding doom
Waits around
For us to notice
Who's the boss bitch?
You want me out
Scream and shout
You can pout
But I doubt
That we make it much farther
We can yell all we want
But we only go farther
From the truth
Who are you
Who are you who are you

Who am i?
Shit ty left eye
And hand in my pocket
Like I'm searching for a wocket
Pinch my mouth
And pad lock it
Grouchy like I'm from a garbage can
Where do I get off feelin like I'm the man
I don't know shit
And I'm a filthy liar
If I told you I knew what to do
In a crisis
Only got my wits
And I'm losing those
Believed my own hype
For to long
But don't buy
Its not for sale
I'm gona sail
Around the world and back
Throwing scripts in a bottle
Please write back
Searching for answers
When I should look inside
I'm lucky to be alive
Not a curse
But a blessing
Slightly depressing
When I close my eyes
Got nothing inside
So hollow
And blown
But now I'll break my bones
For a beat
Never wanna meet the sheets
Sleep is my enemy
And I'm fighting dirty
Sipping coffee
And cancer flirting
With the smoke stick
Hoping
That this gon work
I didn't put in all this effort to fail
Came in through the hail
And getting ready for the storm

Gotta feelin the world ending soon
Doubt it'll be in a boom
But we still hanging on
Like a loom
While the impeding doom
Waits around
For us to notice
Who's the boss bitch?
You want me out
Scream and shout
You can pout
But I doubt
That we make it much farther
We can yell all we want
But we only go farther
From the truth
Who are you
Who are you who are you
Track Name: Press Replay
Goofy ass white dude
With a foul mouth
Lived in the mid west
looking down south
Celebrated on Bourbon
Not to be a burden
But I’m thinking about quitting
Can’t handle the thoughts
the twitter bots
and wanting to fight santa clause
For lying to me
about all the gifts life would be giving me
I’m happy
but feeling down
Never funny
But I look like a clown
Put on a mask
so my friends think I’m alright
but I forget to take it off at night
when I wake up
It’s melded to my face
Not twisted up enough
so cut to the chase
I wanna smoke some base
and shout out to the based god

Superior Delirium
Toasted like a bun
Stick my head in the oven
and grab the grate
Open my eyes
I’m burstin’ through the gate
Damn
I look great

Walk of shame
in my bare feet
step on as much glass as I can
so when I get home
I can belong in my garbage can
drain out the juices
drain out the blood
pop my eyes out
and trade them to the homie
looking for some hubba bubba
Dubba sack

and some rubbahs
Sit on some rebarb
and record the reverb of my explanation
exploitation
of exploration
space is my last resort
stacking enough bread
to build a resort
on Mars
But I’ll still look at the stars
and dream of being far
ther from myself
and my mental health
hold down a state mind
till then
I’ll just spit rhymes

Superior Delirium
Toasted like a bun
Stick my head in the oven
and grab the grate
Open my eyes
I’m burstin’ through the gate
Damn
I look great