| Lyrics: | INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
When I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
Here we go, the mic
mechanism
What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
What I'm kicking, the mic
mechanism
CHORUS [D.I.T.C.]
Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh Wes
y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh Wes y'all, is
on the mic mechanism
[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.)
Yo
Fresh Wes is on the mic
mech, trying to catch wreck
Check the way I step to the set, then I gotta jet
Heck, chicks
are getting kind of sexual
Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle
Do yourself
a favour don't step to the (Fresh guy)
Like TLC I put my Jimmy in your (left eye)
Ain't to
proud to beg, beg for this
I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of necks
Cash a couple of
checks, for the rhyme put together with the beat
(Showbiz) put together for, the streets and the
jeeps
Fresh W-E to the S is (nice yo)
Don't say my name unless you going to say
(Maestro)
Calling me an amateur I'll damage ya
Suckers saying (Naaah, dis kid can't be from
Canada)<-Showbiz?
That's what they all say, after I slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant like
my brohter Dre
The way I rock around ya, you want to shift to this
Light a spliff to this,
and like Jehovah witnesses
Knock on my door, beggin for more
Of my verbal acrobatics and my
metaphor
I make the ghetto raw, I ain't new to this
And when I see a fat gluteus I'm
studious
Fresh Wes is on the rhyme, Showbiz is on the rhythmn
Kicking mad flavour (on the
mic mechanism)
CHORUS
[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.)
It's a protege of poetry,
you it's me
Your hoes are be saying, " |
