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)
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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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