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1. Leslie Edward Pridgen (born March 24, 1977), better known by his stage name Freeway, is an American rapper. Freeway a.k.a. Philly Freeway began rapping while in high school. He later met fellow rapper Beanie Sigel, who would be signed to Roc-A-Fella and later help Freeway get a contract with the record label. Freeway became one of the label's most visible artists after making his first appearance on The Dynasty: Roc La Familia in 2000 and appearing on several other Roc releases before putting out his solo album, Philadelphia Freeway.
The album was produced primarily by Roc-A-Fella-affiliated artists--Just Blaze, Bink!, Kanye West--and featured mostly Roc-A-Fella rappers as well, many of them from State Property: a Philadelphia-based bunch of Roc members that Freeway and Beanie Sigel had compiled into a group. The album's biggest hit was What We Do, produced by Just Blaze and featuring Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel.
After relations between Beanie Sigel and State Property soured, whether he and Freeway are still friends is unclear. Though Beanie had said he didn't know if he'd work with State Property again, he was present at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert alongside Freeway.
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2. Freeway are a classic British rock covers band based in York. A five piece playing primarily twin guitar rock music from the classic rock era of the 70s and 80s.
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3. A 3-piece blues rock band from Australia
Always-N-Forever
Freeway Lyrics
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Uh huh (hey)
Hip-hop (hey), hip-hop, uh huh, yeah
Free, uh huh (hey), I feel marvelous, ha, uh (hey)
Okay
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
They yellin can you please bring that Philly rap, East coast back?
Grind harder than I did in the past
Mind like Einstein, I'm the shit in the lab
The feces in the booth need to shit in the Jag
Trust, your transgression will shit in the bag, yeahhh!
Might I add
Although they often duplicate it, I'm the shit with the ad libs
Freezer clean y'all whack rappers up like bad kids
Pampers, forget the hamper, throw the shit in the trash
What I'm tryin to say, is I'm the shit, y'all ass
I'm a full bowel movement, you just passin gas
You need some Pepto-Bismol, some chicken and Crisco grease
A colon cleanser from the chicks on the Ave, yeah
You can try me but you ain't gonna last
Ain't a chicken I desire that I ain't gonna have, yeah
[Chorus - Freeway]
Free, spray things for the cheddar
I'm, on point, always and forever
I, work hard just to make my money
Ya whole firing squad couldn't take my money, from me
[Verse 2 - Freeway]
Y'all dummies, y'all can take these dummies from me
And y'all can hear them dummies hummin
Comin at ya, sorry that I had to gat ya
But y'all motherfuckin dummies had it comin
When I'm rappin, this is facts, it's not fiction
I got the clearance to crush ya with McLarens
Old heads say I remind 'em of Aaron Torres
I rock white gold, Rolies and send they young'ns on errands
Keep the young'ns with me, take 'em out on the road
Get 'em clothed and send 'em home with more dough than they parents
Now the Maybach roof transparent
I'm from where the roof was damaged, water leaked on the floor
And the hole got bigger, water leaked on the bed
I couldn't sleep on the bed, I had to sleep on the floor
And my mother used to wonder why I stayed on the go
Now my mother got a house, four baths, six beds, yeah
[Chorus - Freeway]
Free, spray things for the cheddar
I'm, on point, always and forever
I, work hard just to make my paper
A whole firing squad couldn't take my paper, ya know
Free, spray things for the cheddar
I'm, on point, always and forever
I, work hard just to make my money
Ya whole firing squad couldn't take my money, from me
[Outro - Freeway - talking]
Let the horns rock
Let that chick talk
(Hey) okay, (hey) okay
This that real shit, hip-hop
Y'all know (hey), Freezer!
(Hey), Jake One
In the song "Always-N-Forever" by Freeway, the artist opens with a reflective and confident tone, acknowledging the call for a revival of East Coast hip-hop. He boasts about his work ethic, comparing his grind to that of the renowned scientist Einstein. Freeway asserts his dominance in the rap game, likening his skills to scientific precision in the lab. He dismisses imitation artists and asserts his authenticity by proclaiming himself as the real deal with his unique ad-libs and lyrical prowess.
Freeway continues his assertive stance in the chorus, where he declares his dedication to his craft and determination to secure his wealth. He paints a vivid picture of his unyielding drive to succeed, stating that even a firing squad couldn't take away what he has earned through hard work and perseverance. This chorus serves as a mantra of resilience and ambition, underlining Freeway's unwavering commitment to his music and financial success.
In the second verse, Freeway addresses his detractors as "dummies" and confidently asserts his superiority in the rap game. He references his ability to provide for his community and uplift the younger generation through his success. Freeway's narrative shifts to a personal reflection on his humble beginnings and the hardships he faced, illustrating his journey from adversity to triumph. He symbolizes his resilience by highlighting his mother's improved living conditions, showcasing the fruits of his labor and dedication.
As the song concludes, Freeway emphasizes the authenticity of his music and roots it in the essence of hip-hop. He invites the listener to immerse themselves in the raw energy of his narrative, backed by soulful horns and a sense of unapologetic self-assurance. By ending the track with a nod to his moniker "Freezer" and producer Jake One, Freeway solidifies his place in the hip-hop scene as a storyteller who intertwines personal experiences with lyrical prowess and unwavering determination.
Line by Line Meaning
They yellin can you please bring that Philly rap, East coast back?
People are asking if I can revive the Philly rap scene and bring back the authentic East coast sound.
We need a neat look, rebook, fit in ya bag, yeah
We need a fresh style that stands out and fits in perfectly with what you're carrying.
Grind harder than I did in the past
I work even harder now than I did before.
Mind like Einstein, I'm the shit in the lab
I have a genius mind like Einstein and I excel in the studio.
The feces in the booth need to shit in the Jag
The quality of my work in the recording booth surpasses what's needed to impress in a luxury car.
Trust, your transgression will shit in the bag, yeahhh!
Believe me, your mistake will lead to a bad outcome.
Might I add
Let me emphasize
Although they often duplicate it, I'm the shit with the ad libs
Despite others imitating, my ad-libs are top-notch.
Freezer clean y'all whack rappers up like bad kids
I effortlessly defeat inferior rappers like disciplining misbehaving children.
Pampers, forget the hamper, throw the shit in the trash
Rappers should toss their subpar work away like disposing of dirty diapers.
What I'm tryin to say, is I'm the shit, y'all ass
I'm exceptionally talented while others fall short.
I'm a full bowel movement, you just passin gas
I'm a significant force while you're insignificant.
You need some Pepto-Bismol, some chicken and Crisco grease
You need a remedy for your poor performance, like an upset stomach, with a touch of street flavor.
A colon cleanser from the chicks on the Ave, yeah
The women in my neighborhood can help you clean out the negativity.
You can try me but you ain't gonna last
You can challenge me, but you won't be able to keep up.
Ain't a chicken I desire that I ain't gonna have, yeah
I go after what I want, and I always get it in the end.
Y'all dummies, y'all can take these dummies from me
You clueless individuals can have these unintelligent lyrics.
Y'all can hear them dummies hummin
You can listen to these nonsensical verses playing.
When I'm rappin, this is facts, it's not fiction
When I rap, I speak the truth, not made-up stories.
Old heads say I remind 'em of Aaron Torres
Respected veterans see similarities between me and a successful figure from the past.
Keep the young'ns with me, take 'em out on the road
I mentor young artists, bringing them on tour to learn and grow.
Get 'em clothed and send 'em home with more dough than they parents
I provide them with opportunities to make money so they can support themselves better than their guardians.
Now the Maybach roof transparent
I've come a long way from struggling, now riding in luxury cars with a see-through roof.
I'm from where the roof was damaged, water leaked on the floor
My background includes living in a broken-down place where the roof leaked water onto the ground.
And the hole got bigger, water leaked on the bed
The situation worsened as the hole expanded, causing water damage on the bed.
I couldn't sleep on the bed, I had to sleep on the floor
I had to make do with sleeping on the floor due to the poor living conditions.
And my mother used to wonder why I stayed on the go
My mom questioned why I was always active and busy.
Now my mother got a house, four baths, six beds, yeah
Now, thanks to my success, my mother has a nice home with multiple bathrooms and bedrooms.
Let the horns rock
Enjoy the brass instruments playing in the background.
Let that chick talk
Allow the female vocalist to express herself.
This that real shit, hip-hop
This is authentic hip-hop music.
Y'all know, Freezer!
You all recognize me, I'm Freezer!
Jake One
Acknowledging the producer Jake One.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAKE DUTTON, LESLIE PRIDGEN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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