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Intro fresh wes]
When I'm kicking, the mic
we go, the mic mechanism
What I'm kicking, the mic
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism

[d.i.t.c.]
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, trying to wreck
Check the way I to the set, then I gotta jet
Heck, are getting kind of sexual
Always getting spectacles, 'em to my testicle
Do a favour don't step to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my jimmy in (left eye)
to proud to beg, beg for this
I'm gonna wreck, break a couple of necks
a couple of checks, for the rhyme put together with the beat
(showbiz) put for, the streets and the jeeps
w-e to the s is (nice yo)
Don't say my unless you going to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur I'll ya
Suckers saying (naaah, dis kid be from canada)<-showbiz?
That's what they all say, after I
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a like my brohter dre
The way I rock around ya, you want to shift to
Light a spliff to this, and like jehovah
Knock on my door, for more
Of my verbal acrobatics and my
I make the ghetto raw, I ain't new to
And when I see a fat gluteus I'm
wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the rhythmn
Kicking mad (on the mic mechanism)

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
It's a of poetry, you it's me
hoes are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
It's funky fresh wes with the
Like robin givens skins want to make the big
Hot (like a panther), serious as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I was a break (dancer)
enhance the set (yep)
Fresh is in effect
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the
'cause when I flow, I deliver
I give ya my flavour, when I and horrify
Like lewis, your shit don'e even qualify
(so stand back and watch the man rap, on the mic)
I suckers uptight, just like a strike
>from amtrak, are sparked well
Coaching art shell
than a south american cartel
I'm on a mission with my funky
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

When I'm the mic mechanism x4

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks like to to feel
The real steel I reveal, they say (wheel)
And they eyes, be on the gee
But don't try to milk me, or homogenize me
I pasterize trying to skim through my I carry thee
Marry me for my salary, giving up mammaries (naaah)
ain't my type of event, or how my money is spent
I babyface payin' no rent
That's on the wack, brady bunch
Leave it to beaver, tip
My ain't dangerous, so stop playing like marley
Grip, skip to another louie or dewie or
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo kick to tommy
The guys, lost their eyes, off the prize
So stop the lies, you're or you're ostrosize
your draws, lift the jaws
Because I'm in effect das and dmc, pause
The style I is uncategorical
prehistorical, go check the oracle
Damn I'm
I'm on a with my funky compositions
Kicking' mad (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm kicking the mic x4