Intro [maestro wes] I'm kicking, the mic mechanism Here we go, the mic What I'm kicking, the mic 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
fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.) Yo Fresh wes is on the mic mech, trying to wreck Check the way I step to the set, then I jet Heck, chicks are getting of sexual Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my Do yourself a favour don't to the (fresh guy) Like tlc I put my jimmy in (left eye) Ain't to proud to beg, beg for I'm gonna wreck, break a couple of necks Cash a 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 name you going to say (maestro) Calling me an amateur I'll ya Suckers (naaah, dis kid can't be from canada)<-showbiz? That's what all say, after I slay I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a like my brohter dre The way I rock around ya, you want to to this Light a spliff to this, and jehovah witnesses Knock on my door, for more Of my acrobatics and my metaphor I the ghetto 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.) It's a of poetry, you it's me hoes are be saying, "please stay" But is it no you see It's fresh wes with the riddle Like robin givens skins to make the big toast Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer) Getting crazy legs, I never was a (dancer) I'll the set (yep) Fresh w-e-s is in I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking in the river '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 >from amtrak, are sparked well like art shell Doper than a south american I'm on a mission with my funky 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 to feel The real when I reveal, they say (wheel) And eyes, be on the size gee But don't try to milk me, or even me I pasterize trying to skim my papes I carry thee Marry me for my salary, up your mammaries (naaah) ain't my type of event, or how my money is spent I babyface payin' no rent That's on the corny wack, brady Leave it to beaver, tip My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing like Grip, skip to another or dewie or ronnie 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 Damn I'm I'm on a mission with my compositions Kicking' mad (on the mic mechanism)
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