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Intro [maestro fresh
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
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic

fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch
Check the way I to the set, then I gotta jet
Heck, are getting kind of sexual
Always spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle
Do yourself a favour step to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my jimmy in (left eye)
Ain't to proud to beg, beg for
I'm gonna catch wreck, a couple of necks
a couple of checks, for the rhyme put together 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 damage ya
Suckers saying (naaah, dis kid be from canada)<-showbiz?
That's they all say, after I slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant my brohter dre
The way I rock ya, you want to shift to this
Light a spliff to this, and jehovah witnesses
Knock on my door, 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.)
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 skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
crazy legs, I never was a break (dancer)
I'll the set (yep)
Fresh is in effect
I'm billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the river
'cause when I flow, I deliver
I give ya my flavour, when I terrify and
Like carl lewis, your don'e even qualify
(so stand back and the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making uptight, just like a strike
>from amtrak, stages are well
Coaching like art
Doper than a american cartel
I'm on a mission with my compositions
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

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

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