CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes]
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It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
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They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)
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It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
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They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Well it's the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes
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The style you try to kick is colourless
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I got the skills you wish you had
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You never had the gift to gab
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I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag
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I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said I am
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I made her hide her wedding band
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Say (I can't believe how wet I am)
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I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield
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I pack blue steel, making crews yield
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I'm rocking 'til early morn
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I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on)
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That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger
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I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say
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{Yeah dat's my nigga!)
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I make wack rappers think about retiring
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Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring
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I got skills, not run of the mill
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I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill
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I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?)
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I live in the bush, but my boom spots are Franklin
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Although I am Canadian, I'll still catch wreck at the Paladium
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When I possess the microphone like Damien, I'm hitting all the cuties
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Give Facts of Life to Blair and T, I make Mrs. Garrett shake her booty
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Can't you see my style's original (original)
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And I'm making the residuals, being an individual
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I slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of Spam
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Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram
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For better sex, yo I'm liver than Memorex
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Single, but I'm out to change them all to Demorex
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That's right I'm metaphorical
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But I'm on my own dick so I'm uncategorical
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I can't stand imitators
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Like my nigga Big L, I'm only rolling with orginators
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You like my flow, so I figured
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So when I say Fresh Wes you say (dat's my nigga!)
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CHORUS X2
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I'm easy like a spliff, I shoot the gift to Jimmy Cliff
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A Jimmy McGriff riff I'm swift when I shift
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My rap files scares away all the wack styles
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When I die scientists will put my brain in a crack vial
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And smoke my brain cells for answers
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Looking for the cures for AIDS and even cancer
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Scoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosis
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Like Moses I seperate seas, I navigate these MC's 3-60 degrees
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Celsius or Farenheit, the microphone I carry right
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Fuck Lois Lane keep on passing me to Karyn White
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It's Fresh Wes with the brown complexion
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Like Perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection
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I scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrow
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Mighty like Sparrow, the super hero
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Bitches on my jimmy because I'm liver than liver
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My butt hits bush, like Anhieser 'cause I'm wiser
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It's the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofa
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I'm dope and taking over, killing niggas like a PW bolter(?)
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The bad motherfucker named Fresh W-E uhh S is in effect
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With crazy rhymes of spontaneity
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I ain't a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying me
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Nor am I a Blair Underwood figure
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But bitches still say (fuck that shit dat's my nigga!)
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CHORUS X2
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OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Yeah big up to my man Storm
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My nigga Venom 'casue he know this ain't no demo
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My cousin the pope, Darius
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DJ LTD, Showbiz, MVP
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Exhibit FDR K-Def don't play y'all
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I'm out
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Dat's My Nigga!!
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| Maestro Fresh Wes |
