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)
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[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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