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[maestro fresh wes] My poetry is black like jesus You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems You're faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh) Well I'm a glock and you're a slingshot When I'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye I'm rocking well like orson, scortching on the porchin' Of course I'm forced to like my man shawn morrison Here's a small portion with no distortion But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin They want to swallow my gism (yeah) They must be on a mission (uh huh) I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost Before you fuck around you better fuck with blue cross I'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless I'm proneless, so don't try to clone this Style or procedure, because I ain't even trained(? ) yet I bank a check with attitude like antoinette I'm still smoking whether I open or close the shoews Like shabba ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah) The mega don, everywhere I get it on I fucked every colour, now they call me benetton Black and the white, red and the bronze, even a chinese ying All kinds of skins, man I shine like a diamond ring You feel around I'm the man with the meanest song Not a new jack but I got more dope than nino brown 'cause I'm a striver, a hip hop survivor Me and the microphone is like my nuts and your saliva Yeah, fresh wes swinging along, showbiz is on the remix I'm bringing it on Chorus [maestro fresh wes] Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all) I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all) I'm fresh wes y'all (fresh wes y'all) I'm going to bring it on (bring it on) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all) I'm fresh wes y'all (fresh wes y'all) I'm going to bring it on (bring it on) [maestro fresh wes] Yo make way Make a, make a, make a, make away Fresh wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way From the rags to the riches I'm giving bitches different strokes like todd bridges Mister maest, they cast me out, how ya like me now You want to raise your eye brow Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics Shines like a comet, more dope than hydroponics (ahh yeah) Guys are on it, girls be on my pubics For two licks, I check my pharmacutics (do this) You want to know who's the newest With the blues like hill street, or more news than huey lewis Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey Well this nigga don't play Do yourself a favour and don't fuck with wesley And save that 'i gotta have it' shit for pepsi I break like gretzky, the mic ain't wayne's world My rhymes guarenteed to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah) So don't front, just applause it Like michael j, said 'put that dibby dibby shit in the closet' With a chimpanzee and a rhino If my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos (ohh yeah) Because you love my condution I don't mind of you suck it, just ease up on the suciton While you're down there, hum on my left one Make my right one jealous, fresh wes is the best one But don't be greedy share the rest with the class Like gangstarr said, 'just take two pulls then pass' Yeah, fresh wes is just swinging along Showbiz in on the remix, I'm bringing it on Chorus [maestro fresh wes] You wack mc's is like a case of clamydia It's one big pain in the ass to get rid of ya When I hit the scene I'm more brutal than rikers Killing motherfuckers like I'm chilling with strikers Time to let a trend setter, smooth like amaretta With a vendetta and a go getter, with a better metaphor Kick, oh flip, when I flow quick they forfeit They so shit (oh yeah) I make the fatter profits with the badder topics I cant' stop it, what I drop is catastrophic Good grief, why you trying to beef geef Is that your face or does your ass got teeth (oooo) Don't try bombing me, harming the economy 'cause this nigga is a don like sean connery I got the bad bitches want to have sex, uh I gas them like exxon, then I put the next on Everybody knows mr. maest raps steady Before stepping to me get an ice pack ready Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of the fuckery After this jam, all ya niggas will be sucking me Oh yeah, ot goes down like that Word up, fresh wes bringing it on Show b-i-z on the remix As we flow on 1992-93 and beyond Word up as we kick the flavour I'm out
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