Balance

Trumpets (feat. N.O.R.E., AZ & Uncle Murda)

Church St.

MINO

Salvation (feat. Cory Gunz & Inspectah Deck)

Amazing Graces

The Reinvention

Reinvention

Infinite

Gunfire

Mr. Magik

The M. The O. The B. The B.

Pour The Henny

Title: Marpole Fresh
(P. Yuan)

An introspective joint that I penned about growing up in Marpole, South Vancouver over a sinister West Coast beat by SF Traxx.

Lyrics:
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I'm so emotional I love my block
I'm like a hustler cuz I scheme and plot
the g's love me cuz I only wear chucks and Reeboks
Nikes on my frame looking clean like I detoxed
We box-nope, I never fight unless I have to
outthink my foes use my mind to win battle
scars I keep 'em buried you can't see 'em
When I write my rhymes, like a hustler's reup
Marpole, I remember where I went to school
and I remember you if you ever lent a tool
When I was in need cuz my poppa he left me,
so I had to bend the rules, but Ima just use
what I was given play the hand that I'm dealt.
I never asked for handouts always play for the team
I scramble when a man's out
They holler, "What a good dude," I know you love me like cooked food

Chorus:
(I'm Fresh!)
F R E S capital H
shake your rump to the funk like back in the day
get chu weeded just so you repeat it.
make yo girl say UGH like Master P did.
(I'm Fresh!)
F R E S capital H
shake your rump to the funk like back in the day
get chu weeded so you repeat it.
make yo girl say UGH like Master P did.

Melody was fly she always put me in a good mood
now I'm hella high, and I'm in a hood mood.
if I come around the block make sure you holla
You had love for me whether I wore fake shirts or Prada.
Marpole I love you and that's on my momma
We go together like Mase and Big Poppa
grey suited mobsters - chillin', sittin' spillin grey goose vodka
I'm on a different path
get momma out the kitchen,
my girl a bigger pad, maybe a thicker ass,
U see me I be creepin' on a comeup
schemin' since the sun up, like Sun Tzu
but I'm like Confucius in a hummer
screamin' out the sunroof money ain't a thang
and you can party when you wanna
I party when I can it just isn't in my plans, comma,
this is the realest shit I ever wrote

Chorus:

As I sit here, relaxin' - I don't f- with *
he made fun of my grandmother's accent
Shoutout to Pat Chan he ain't know I used to diss him on wax
now I miss him in fact
Adam was cool and so was
but he macked on my girl, I was like aiight then.
Wenda I threw up and you were there to lend a hand/
Holly promise u'll always be my biggest fan
Hanjoon put me up on weightliftin'
remember YMCA I ain't pay I snuck in
Them hunnies looked fly at the import shows
Remember back when I got none, I watched pornos.
School dances we got hyped every time
I ain't make it on the team so I just wrote these rhymes
back in the day I'm not a kid anymore
But sometimes I just sit n' wish I was a teen again.

Chorus x2

F.R.E.S.H. (Clean)(Prod. by SF Traxx)

Justice 4 East.m4a

Mr. Magik

Mobb Deep