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

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

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

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
a protege of poetry, you it's me
Your are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
It's funky wes with the riddle
robin givens skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I was a break (dancer)
I'll the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, joan in the river
'cause I flow, lyrics I deliver
I give ya my flavour, when I and horrify
carl lewis, your shit don'e even qualify
(so stand back and the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, just like a
>from amtrak, stages are well
like art shell
Doper than a american cartel
I'm on a with my funky compositions
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

When I'm the mic mechanism x4

fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks to kneel to feel
The steel when I reveal, they say (wheel)
And eyes, be on the size gee
But don't try to me, or even homogenize me
I pasterize trying to skim my papes I carry thee
Marry me for my salary, giving up mammaries (naaah)
That ain't my type of event, or how my money is
I babyface payin' no rent
That's on the corny wack, bunch
it to beaver, wally tip
My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing marley
Grip, skip to louie or dewie or ronnie
you're johnny baby, yo kick that to tommy
The guys, lost their eyes, off the prize
So stop the lies, you're or you're ostrosize
Drop 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
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm the mic mechanism x4