I'm showin' you
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Simply clean
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CHORUS
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"Between a rock and a roll, yibby yibby you" X4
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Dope hit after hit, bust lip after lip
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Bitch lick after lick, no tricks or horror flicks
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No review to see through preview to tease you
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You can't leave, you're trapped I seized you
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Caught in the rapture capture
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Round house in the mouth, your speach I will fracture
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Just I got juice, lyricist on the loose
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What's this the recruits, regroup
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I'm an arch hero rhymes from a barrel
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Bust ass like glass to Elle Fitzgerald
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Gazed, amazed, you crazed
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Fully fazed and engraved, and I go on for days
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I'm showin' you *echoed*
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I'm showin' you *echoed*
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Moses lead the people 'cause he was choosen
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I'm like a sequel, 'cause I'm showin' you
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The choreographer of this move, conductor of the dope state groove
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Strapping always rapping like shoes I'm tapping
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On the walls I'm slapping
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Licking always ticking like my Rolex kicking
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Stages to stages, I'm sticking MCs because on record they nice
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But when you see them in real life they ain't worth the price
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Because you bored right out of your skull, you rate zero
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'Cause your hero is dull
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I'll make it easy for you to get into me
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I rock the concert hall just like a symphony
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That's how it is I was born ready
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Just like the bee Maestro stay steady
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I'm showin' you *echoed*
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I'm showin' you *echoed*
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Break it down
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I don't do needles and I never do coke
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But I'm a LSD freak, my lyrics are so dope
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Tell the folk, my vote no joke and you know it
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I'm more than just a rapper, I'm a poet
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T-O critics are hard to please
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I've witnessed the death of many MCs
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Just like birch, I down from the sky
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But not me, years ago I made MC cry
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But nowadays nobody wants to battle me
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They just saddle me, sit back and straddle me
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Ask me for forgiveness, I ain't forgetting it
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Y'all wrote my rhythmn and now you're bowlegging it
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I'm a professional, you're just a novice
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Girls love me state to state province to province
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Me and my homeboys they just jockin' us
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We got variety, hell not monotonous
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These are the rhymes you wish you was owning
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But '89 is mine 'cause I'm showin' you *echoed*
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Aries the Ram, I am hot damn
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I say man, check my fans in the stands while I slam
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Sometime I'm Aquarian or Sagitarian
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Libra me cool, but Gemini vegetarian
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Super dope step beyond, a Capricorn
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Too many angles, damn I'm like a pentagon
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Devil to death, I'm in depth
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Multi-dimensional, more complex than a test
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Everynight I rehearse each verse is diverse
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If I fuck up you will curse
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But if you bite it out first, I was the first
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All my reords you thirst
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You jabba jaws on my dreaws since the day of my birth
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And I'm showin' you *echoed*
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'Cause you need to be shown
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See you blew it you blown, and let my knowledge be known
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That way there won't be an apocolypse
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A rapper gel and jocking this
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Clocking and you're talking, all I see is a flock of lips
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Blabbering, slabbering, what are you saying?
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You're spraying, delaying, stop playing
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You got to adapt your own style of rap
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Break away from the pack before you're trapped
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I put a lash to your back to rap I'm like Zorro
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The capital M-A-E-S-T-R-O Fresh W-E-S
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Hell yes, the monologue I manifest is blessed
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Are you impressed? Yes, then forget the rest
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Then climb aboard the Fresh express
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'Cause I'm showin' you *echoed*
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I'm Showin' You
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| Maestro Fresh Wes |
