Supastition - Forever Fresh lyrics

Yeah, Kam Moye, Reform School
No matter how much you change
Some things just never leave you right?
And rapping my ass off just seems to
Be a habit I can't kick, haha
Let me resort back to my
Old ways for a minute marco, let's rock man

It's the street champion, I sleep
Shit and breathe anthems
Share the same home state as Anthony Hamilton
I take southern rap and revamp it dog
Rap ain't been this strong
Since lawsuit-free sampling
Naysayers, they ain't proud of me, so what?
My buzz grows louder
Why doubt it? It's no luck
But, if you're feeling that strong about it
Put dough up i'm what happens when a
Child prodigy grows up
Revolutionary renegade, never been afraid
Grind till I see the minimum
Wage of Dennis Quaid
Or checks multiply, or debt disintegrate
On any date I murder and wreck center stage
I keep the crowd in unison
When they swing hands
The new royalty, your boy should be King Kam
Get pounds from rap, seen fans in England
Been fly but I'm now increasing my wingspan
In rap
You lose when you try to revolve in it
You drop jewels, fools tryna find flaws in it
I write a hard sentence and master lines
They said I'm past my
Prime like Marberry's offenses
Hah, that's nothing more
Than potheads talking
My arm's too strong to box with mere mortals
So stop it, your logic is not that important
You measure your success by a
Box of Air Jordans dog

The rep stays the same
So why would you second guess?
A new name, but I remain forever fresh
Since some of y'all stuck in my old days
I revert back to my old ways
I'm forever fresh
I still rock crowds on the regular
Forever fresh
That ain't changed, just the same
As it ever was, forever fresh
I still put it down on the regular
Forever fresh ain't nothing changed
Just the same as it ever was

I'm bout to climb up from minor paper
My mind is made up why sign with majors
Their business dirty as Ronald Reagan's
Politics and loose change is
What I'll probably get
I can swallow my pride but I
Don't feel fine behind an apron
I'm saving, every quarter I make
To feed the fam and support 'em
I'll do all that it takes
Then maybe we can get the fuck
Up out of Waterford Lakes
Maybe a two-story place where
My daughter is safe, hey
Somewhere eastern time
I can find peace of mind
Listen to tracks from Marco and
Let my feet recline future redesigned
Not feeling like they tryna stop my shine
Like sun rays through venetian blinds
Weak minds can't fathom what I javel at 'em
The underground ain't happy unless
I'm battle rapping but when I speak
Rap addicts scream "Tabernacle"
The game's crossed like a broad
With an Adam's apple
See my martyrs better bounce
Cause your day's up
I drive a hard bargain so
Promoters better pay up if not then stay up
DJs consider what I write audibles
I make 'em switch what they play up
Say what? Producers be chasing herbs
To do an album
Waiting on me, tryna curb the enthusiasm
Hate or love, I appreciate both
Sorry there's no instant replay mode
Rewind it back nigga for real

Kam Moye, forever fresh

"Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen
You have been more than wonderful
As an audience, all I can say
Is thank you, thank you, thank you"