Lyrics:

Well, I'm fresh 'cause I'm the best
And I get wild when I'm riled
I never get passed by 'cause I'm fly
And I'ma put you on hold 'cause I'm bold
And Charlie Chase will last 'cause he's fast
And Tony Tone got pull 'cause he's original
The Cold Crush is on 'cause we perform
And even in a storm we'll keep you warm
Hey crew (Yeah, Cap?)
We gonna need a little scratch for the rap now
Tone and Chase (Yeah crew?)
You're the DJs, whatcha gonna do?

Guess what y'all, I'm fresh
What makes you think so, Cap?
Because I look so good, and I'm the lord of rap
How fresh?
So fresh that when I was young
I learned to drive women crazy with my tongue
Now that's fresh

I get wild
What makes you say that, L?
Because it don't take much to make me yell
How wild?
So wild, that when I start to break
Hey, you better step back and let me flake
Now that's wild

Well, I'm fly
Who told you that, Easy?
Your girl, his mother, and my lady
How fly?
So fly, sometimes it seems
All I got to do is smile, and I get screams
Now that's fly

I'm bold
What gives you that impression, Kay?
Because I don't care what nobody say
How bold?
So bold, I smack a man with his gun
And kiss his woman, diss his mother, and don't even run
Now that's bold

Fresh, wild, fly and bold
And we'll be that way till we grow old
For the rest of our life, as long as we live
We'll keep using those adjectives
That do describe the heart-breaking tribe
That do permit us to go with
A musical flow that makes you say 'ho'
With a fresh rap style to make you go wild
Cold Crush, us, good in the clutch
And if you don't believe we're real, then touch us
The Cold Crush

Fresh, wild, fly and bold
Yes, we're what makes the Crush so cold
Our rhymes will freeze all fake MCs
That don't say please before they seize
Rhymes and routines that we make up
You can't pour juice in a fake cup
They cannot write so they just rob
But a biter can't do a real rapper's job
But if you're hard-headed, and you still think so
Grab your rhymes and your mic and go for what you know
Kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it
Two times

My name is Kay Gee, better known as the Al-
-Mighty, and with the three I'm sure you'll call
On us when your ear is in need for a treat
And if you don't know the Kay, that's who you got to meet
I'm fourth in line and in due time
And every rapper in the business will know that I'm
Serious about this and I don't play
I told a sucker MC that just the other day
'Cause I learned the ropes and paid my dues
I'm going for the gold, no way that I can lose

It's Easy A.D. that you wanted to be
Ever since you saw me emcee
You wanted to be fine, to learn how to rhyme
Even wanted your braids as long as mine
But the rhymes I write are a real delight
If you're a true MC, you would not bite
On me or them, just sit down and
Write a rhyme with your mind, paper or pen
But you can't, so you don't, you will and you won't
Take heed with me and read what I wrote

When I'm on the stage I go a little berserk
Start breaking, flaking, you know I do work
I try to get you on mine when I deliver my lines
Cause it's about making rhymes like no one else can design
I do everything I can to make myself better
Live on a steady diet of stages and meda'
Know all the celebs, so when I'm in the crowd
They surround me like the press, scream my name out loud
Say 'Yo J.D.L., what's happenin'?
Where have you been? When are you rocking again?'
And when I'm bopping away, I hear a lot of them say
'Damn, I wanna be like the L one day'

So many biting MCs, you're all a pain in my neck, ha
They should be sending me your royalty check
You just bit my rhymes, didn't pay no tax
Copied the music from someone else, put it on wax
I'm mad as hell, cause it's bound to sell
And you be biting what I'm writing, and people can't tell
You change it around, disguise the sound
With no prior desire to write, that's why I frown
On those of you that don't strive to
Be original and write like the Captain do
So put your teeth away, and try someday
And you can quote it, cause I wrote it only yesterday

(Fresh!) And unless I miss my guess
I'm the best, oh yes, because I wrote the test
(Wild!) Honey child on the top of the pile
Once in a while I crack a smile
(Fly!) Know why? Cause 'til the day I die
I'll always be the guy you won't pass by
(Bold!) So cold and so hard to hold
And when they made the Cold Crush, they broke the mold
Hah-huh!

Man, let's get outta here, it's Miller time
Word!
Huh!
Hah!