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Intro [maestro wes]
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
Here we go, the mic
What I'm kicking, the mic
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism

[d.i.t.c.]
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, trying to wreck
Check the way I step to the set, then I jet
Heck, chicks are getting of sexual
Always spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle
Do yourself a don't step to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my in your (left eye)
Ain't to to beg, beg for this
I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of
Cash a couple of checks, for the put together with the beat
(showbiz) put together for, the streets and the
w-e to the s is (nice yo)
Don't say my name unless you to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur damage ya
Suckers (naaah, dis kid can't be from canada)<-showbiz?
That's what all say, after I slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant my brohter dre
The way I rock around ya, you want to shift to
Light a spliff to this, and like jehovah
on my door, beggin for more
Of my verbal acrobatics and my
I make the raw, I ain't new to this
And I see a fat gluteus I'm studious
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
a protege of poetry, you it's me
Your are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
It's funky wes with the riddle
Like robin givens want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
crazy legs, I never was a break (dancer)
I'll the set (yep)
w-e-s is in effect
I'm throwing in the ocean, kicking joan in the river
'cause when I flow, I deliver
I give ya my flavour, I terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, shit don'e even qualify
(so stand back and the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, like a strike
amtrak, stages are sparked well
Coaching art shell
Doper a south american cartel
I'm on a with my funky compositions
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

When I'm the mic mechanism x4

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks to kneel to feel
The real steel when I reveal, say (wheel)
And eyes, be on the size gee
But try to milk me, or even homogenize me
I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry
Marry me for my salary, up your mammaries (naaah)
That ain't my type of event, or how my is spent
I babyface payin' no rent
on the corny wack, brady bunch
Leave it to beaver, tip
My bozak dangerous, so stop playing like marley
Grip, skip to another or dewie or ronnie
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo that to tommy
The softer guys, lost eyes, off the prize
So stop the lies, you're or you're ostrosize
Drop draws, lift the jaws
Because I'm in like das and dmc, pause
The style I is uncategorical
You're prehistorical, go the oracle
I'm metaphorical
I'm on a mission my funky compositions
Kicking' mad (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm kicking the mic x4