| Lyrics: | INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
It's the power move (yeah)
It's the power move (yeah)
Peace to
the power move (yeah)
It's the master plan (word)
Peace
To the master plan
(yeah)
1994 baby, the Maestro wild like a psycho
That's how we do
CHORUS
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
It goes in with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the
wack
You niggas can't rap, so I want my money back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you
dig it? (I can dig it)
In with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the
wack
You niggas can't rap, so I want my money back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you
dig it? (I can dig it)
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Yo, I walk tall like Hanibal Adley
Hit a
grand slam like my man Don Mattingly
Come prepared if you ever try to battle me (why)
I got
rhymes coming out my anal cavity
Straight outta Scarborough
Ready to swing blows, niggas
want to quit
Wash my nuts and my windows
I'm on your tape decks, rhyming to my apex
If a
nigga don't like he can bite me with a latex
Because when I'm rhyming, heads are
declining
Like Brian Mulroney, niggas are resigning
Competition ain't in front of
me
Maestro where'd you get all thses dope rhymes from?
I don't know, they just come to
me
You fucking with a crazy brother
I don't kiss and tell, but I know your baby mother
I
ain't bullshitting
Mmm, why did Gill cook a mean Curry Chicken
Time for me to get mad
check(?)
So wack motherfuckers step to the left
I'm fat like a Cadillac, cut like a battle
axe
I got crazy freaks, wash from BC to Halifax
Yeah, now the Maest is known
This beats
alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With m |
