STAY FRESH THROUGH IT ALL x New Baseline (Lyrics Only-Mashup 1)

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[Intro — Spoken words]
Yeah
Hold on
Stayin' fresh when it gets so dirty

[Verse 1 — Neighborhood pressure x policy manners]
Violence didn’t spike — it settled in.
Same streets, new baseline.
When nig-gas'll rock your top then hit they thirty
Mama come in court waitin' on that verdict
Vision of that casket got her so hurtin'
Vision of that casket got her wheels turnin'
Got to knock somethin' down 'fore bro sermon
This is what I've seen, why these thoughts so pertinent

Force learned manners.
Wears policy now.
Same pain, different uniform.

Less shock value,
more paperwork.

Stay cool through it all, stay fresh through it all
Stay blessed through it all, cross your morals
I'm guaranteed you destined to fall

[Pre-Hook]
Security talks louder than legitimacy.
And people clap because silence feels risky.

[Hook]
This ain’t collapse, it’s conditioning.
This ain’t chaos, it’s discipline.
Why stayin' fresh through it all? huh
Why stayin' fresh through it all, baby?
Truth ain’t gone — it’s drowned in doubts.
And doubts keep systems stable.

[Verse 2 — The raids x the section]
Reality-TV prez walks back in, and the room straightens its fear.
Badges in the hallway, zip ties quiet as policy.
Knocks before sunrise, paperwork heavy as a verdict.
Courts argue in daylight; families wait in the dark.

I'm like the less you around, then the less you involved
Fuck an election, I'm tryin' to make sure my section evolve
Callin' me about mess, bro I'm rejectin' the call

Every headline says order; every body feels watched.
Protest turns to footage; footage turns into proof.
Proof turns to argument; argument turns into heat.

This nig-ga still stayin' still and they acceptin' the stall
I'm not respectin' the stall, it's not respected at all

[Verse 3 — Doubt economy x turning L’s to lessons]
Now AI floods the feed with voices you never met, perfect.
Deepfakes rehearse your outrage, then sell it back as truth overnight.
Receipts get counterfeited, timelines rewritten, context cut for speed on demand.
Every denial sounds plausible when reality comes with filters now too.

Journalists chase screenshots; bots chase clicks; power waits patiently in silence.
People stop trusting eyes, stop trusting ears, start trusting tribes again.
When truth is a coin, the richest liar sets the rate.
And doubt becomes the weapon that never leaves fingerprints behind anywhere.

Keep goin', keep growin', keep your chin to the stars
I put my wins in these bars, I put my L's in them too
I learned the rules of the game and I respected them too
But now I'm ready to break 'em, what you expect me to do?
Shit

[Bridge — Refuse stagnation, build solidarity]
Across 2025, the world kept learning to live beside fire without calling it burning anymore.
Police and paramilitaries blur at the edges; gangs govern blocks; states outsource fear through uniforms and paperwork.
Under that noise, you either build solidarity, or you get managed—quietly, efficiently, and permanently from above.

So this song stays minimal, but the clock doesn’t—pressure accelerates, and your breath has to keep up.

[Outro]
STAY FRESH through it all…
MY… new baseline

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[Intro — Spoken words] Yeah Hold on Stayin' fresh when it gets so dirty [Verse 1 — Neighborhood pressure x policy manners] Violence didn’t spike — it settled in. Same streets, new baseline. When nig-gas'll rock your top then hit they thirty Mama come in court waitin' on that verdict Vision of that casket got her so hurtin' Vision of that casket got her wheels turnin' Got to knock somethin' down 'fore bro sermon This is what I've seen, why these thoughts so pertinent Force learned manners. Wears policy now. Same pain, different uniform. Less shock value, more paperwork. Stay cool through it all, stay fresh through it all Stay blessed through it all, cross your morals I'm guaranteed you destined to fall [Pre-Hook] Security talks louder than legitimacy. And people clap because silence feels risky. [Hook] This ain’t collapse, it’s conditioning. This ain’t chaos, it’s discipline. Why stayin' fresh through it all? huh Why stayin' fresh through it all, baby? Truth ain’t gone — it’s drowned in doubts. And doubts keep systems stable. [Verse 2 — The raids x the section] Reality-TV prez walks back in, and the room straightens its fear. Badges in the hallway, zip ties quiet as policy. Knocks before sunrise, paperwork heavy as a verdict. Courts argue in daylight; families wait in the dark. I'm like the less you around, then the less you involved Fuck an election, I'm tryin' to make sure my section evolve Callin' me about mess, bro I'm rejectin' the call Every headline says order; every body feels watched. Protest turns to footage; footage turns into proof. Proof turns to argument; argument turns into heat. This nig-ga still stayin' still and they acceptin' the stall I'm not respectin' the stall, it's not respected at all [Hook] This ain’t collapse, it’s conditioning. This ain’t chaos, it’s discipline. Why stayin' fresh through it all? huh Why stayin' fresh through it all, baby? Truth ain’t gone — it’s drowned in doubts. And doubts keep systems stable. [Verse 3 — Doubt economy x turning L’s to lessons] Now AI floods the feed with voices you never met, perfect. Deepfakes rehearse your outrage, then sell it back as truth overnight. Receipts get counterfeited, timelines rewritten, context cut for speed on demand. Every denial sounds plausible when reality comes with filters now too. Journalists chase screenshots; bots chase clicks; power waits patiently in silence. People stop trusting eyes, stop trusting ears, start trusting tribes again. When truth is a coin, the richest liar sets the rate. And doubt becomes the weapon that never leaves fingerprints behind anywhere. Keep goin', keep growin', keep your chin to the stars I put my wins in these bars, I put my L's in them too I learned the rules of the game and I respected them too But now I'm ready to break 'em, what you expect me to do? Shit [Bridge — Refuse stagnation, build solidarity] Across 2025, the world kept learning to live beside fire without calling it burning anymore. Police and paramilitaries blur at the edges; gangs govern blocks; states outsource fear through uniforms and paperwork. Under that noise, you either build solidarity, or you get managed—quietly, efficiently, and permanently from above. So this song stays minimal, but the clock doesn’t—pressure accelerates, and your breath has to keep up. [Hook] This ain’t collapse, it’s conditioning. This ain’t chaos, it’s discipline. Why stayin' fresh through it all? huh Why stayin' fresh through it all, baby? Truth ain’t gone — it’s drowned in doubts. And doubts keep systems stable. [Outro] STAY FRESH through it all… MY… new baseline

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