| Lyrics: | [Maestro Fresh Wes]
My poetry is black like Jesus
You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical
thesis, breezes
Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems
You're faker than a hoe
with titties filled with silicone (uh huh)
Well I'm a glock and you're a slingshot
When I'm
done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a
smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I'm rocking well like Orson,
scortching on the porchin'
Of course I'm forced to like my man Shawn Morrison
Here's a small
portion with no distortion
But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin
They want to
swallow my gism (yeah)
They must be on a mission (uh huh)
I need a circumcision on the mic
mechanism
Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost
Before you fuck around you better
fuck with Blue Cross
I'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless
I'm proneless, so don't try
to clone this
Style or procedure, because I ain't even trained(?) yet
I bank a check with
attitude like Antoinette
I'm still smoking whether I open or close the shoews
Like Shabba
Ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah)
The mega don, everywhere I get it on
I fucked
every colour, now they call me Benetton
Black and the white, red and the bronze, even a Chinese
ying
All kinds of skins, man I shine like a diamond ring
You feel around I'm the man with
the meanest song
Not a new jack but I got more dope than Nino Brown
'Cause I'm a striver, a
hip hop survivor
Me and the microphone is like my nuts and your saliva
Yeah, Fresh Wes
swinging along, Showbiz is on the remix
I'm bringing it on
CHORUS [Maestro Fresh
Wes]
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