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[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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