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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
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch wreck
Check the way I step to the set, then I jet
Heck, are getting kind of sexual
Always getting spectacles, '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 gonna catch wreck, break a of necks
Cash a couple of checks, for the rhyme put with the beat
(showbiz) put together for, the and the jeeps
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 my brohter dre
The way I rock around ya, you to shift to this
Light a spliff to this, and like jehovah
Knock on my door, beggin for
Of my verbal and my metaphor
I make the raw, I ain't new to this
And when I see a fat I'm studious
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the
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 fresh wes with the riddle
Like robin skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), serious as (cancer)
crazy legs, I never was a break (dancer)
I'll 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 ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like lewis, your shit don'e even qualify
(so stand back and watch the man rap, on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, like a strike
amtrak, stages are sparked well
Coaching like art
Doper a south american cartel
I'm on a mission with my compositions
mad falour on (the mic mechanism)

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[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks like to to feel
The steel when I reveal, they say (wheel)
And they eyes, be on the gee
But don't try to milk me, or even me
I pasterize trying to through my papes I carry thee
Marry me for my salary, up your mammaries (naaah)
That ain't my type of event, or how my money is
I ain't babyface no rent
That's on the wack, brady bunch
it to beaver, wally tip
My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing marley
Grip, to another louie or dewie or ronnie
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo that to tommy
The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the
So stop the lies, you're wise or you're
Drop your draws, the jaws
I'm in effect like das and dmc, pause
The style I is uncategorical
prehistorical, go check the oracle
Damn I'm
I'm on a mission with my compositions
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm kicking the mic x4