INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
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When I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
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Here we go, the mic mechanism
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What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
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What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
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CHORUS [D.I.T.C.]
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Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
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Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
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Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
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Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
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[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.)
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Yo
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Fresh Wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch wreck
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Check the way I step to the set, then I gotta jet
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Heck, chicks are getting kind of sexual
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Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle
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Do yourself a favour don't step to the (Fresh guy)
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Like TLC I put my Jimmy in your (left eye)
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Ain't to proud to beg, beg for this
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I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of necks
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Cash a couple of checks, for the rhyme put together with the beat
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(Showbiz) put together for, the streets and the jeeps
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Fresh W-E to the S is (nice yo)
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Don't say my name unless you going to say (Maestro)
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Calling me an amateur I'll damage ya
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Suckers saying (Naaah, dis kid can't be from Canada)<-Showbiz?
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That's what they all say, after I slay
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I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant like my brohter Dre
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The way I rock around ya, you want to shift to this
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Light a spliff to this, and like Jehovah witnesses
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Knock on my door, beggin for more
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Of my verbal acrobatics and my metaphor
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I make the ghetto raw, I ain't new to this
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And when I see a fat gluteus I'm studious
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Fresh Wes is on the rhyme, Showbiz is on the rhythmn
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Kicking mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.)
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It's a protege of poetry, you it's me
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Your hoes are be saying, "please stay"
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But is it Jodeci? no you see
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It's funky Fresh Wes with the riddle
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Like Robin Givens skins want to make the big toast
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Hot (like a panther), always serious as (cancer)
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Getting Crazy Legs, I never was a break (dancer)
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I'll enhance the set (yep)
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Fresh W-E-S is in effect
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I'm throwing Billy in the ocean, kicking Joan in the river
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'Cause when I flow, lyrics I deliver
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I give ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
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Like Carl Lewis, your shit don'e even qualify
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(So stand back and watch the man rap, Jack on the mic)
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I making suckers uptight, just like a strike
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>From Amtrak, stages are sparked well
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Coaching like Art Shell
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Doper than a South American cartel
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I'm on a mission with my funky compositions
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Kicking mad falour on (the mic mechanism)
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CHORUS
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When I'm kicking the mic mechanism X4
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[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.)
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I'm not a captain, but chicks like to kneel to feel
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The real steel when I reveal, they say (wheel)
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And they eyes, be on the size gee
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But don't try to milk me, or even homogenize me
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I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry thee
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Marry me for my salary, giving up your mammaries (naaah)
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That ain't my type of event, or how my money is spent
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I ain't Babyface payin' no rent
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That's on the corny wack, Brady Bunch
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Leave It To Beaver, Wally tip
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My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing like Marley
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Grip, skip to another Louie or Dewie or Ronnie
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Donnie you're Johnny baby, yo kick that to Tommy
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The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the prize
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So stop the lies, you're wise or you're ostrosize
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Drop your draws, lift the jaws
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Because I'm in effect like Das and DMC, pause
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The style I kick is uncategorical
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You're prehistorical, go check the oracle
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Damn I'm metaphorical
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I'm on a mission with my funky compositions
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Kicking' mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)
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CHORUS X2
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When I'm kicking the mic mechanism X4
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Mic Mechanism
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| Maestro Fresh Wes |
