CHORUS X2
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[Maestro] Fine tune da mic
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[Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it
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[Maestro] It's the brother Maestro
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[Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it
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[Showbiz]
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So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
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And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show
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I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running
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Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunning
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I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya
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I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canada
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To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low
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And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro
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Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D
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A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild
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People know my style, don't play me like a child
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Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
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Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone
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The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E
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The trump can't see me
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Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks
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And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks
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So don't try to play big willie
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I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill
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And make the chump feel silly, huh
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You can't understand where my head's at
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While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
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And not flat, not flat
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And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats
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And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Clap
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I guess it's like that when you got a little stack
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CHORUS X2
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
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Me and the mic is like Startsky and Hutchin
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Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet
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No I never ever lost it, now I'mma toss it
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Get off it, I'mma write, I'll role you like a tight spliff
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I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift
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Fresh Wes is the smoothest show and prover
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Like J. Degar Hoover, I make a ??? manouver
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Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the Sugar Shack
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And I can make the mack say, Jack bring my hooker back
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I'm getting 'nuff props like Black Moon, I never wrote a wack tune
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Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom
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Live like a wire, MC for hire
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Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil-
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Late, deducts, and take da bucks
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Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc-
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Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow
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Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it
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You can't come near it, I know you fear it
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You want to jeer it in the front row
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'Cause you know me and Show can flow
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We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow
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We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen
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Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism
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CHORUS X4
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OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Yeah, that's how we doing it yo
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Big up to my DJ, LTD
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Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate
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Farly Flex, relfex, MVP yo
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That's how we swing it in the studio
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Word up Fresh Wes, 1994
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I'm blowing up uhh
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I'm blowing up yeah
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Yeah
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I can't forget my man Chris
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My man Mac behind the fat tracks
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And my man Show B-I-Z
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AKA Mr. (F-A-T), we out
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Fine Tune Da Mic
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| Maestro Fresh Wes |
