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[CHORUS: Maestro Fresh Wes] It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!) It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!) [Maestro Fresh Wes] Well it's the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes The style you try to kick is colourless I got the skills you wish you had You never had the gift to gab I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said I am I made her hide her wedding band Say (I can't believe how wet I am) I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield I pack blue steel, making crews yield I'm rocking 'til early morn I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on) That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say {Yeah dat's my nigga!) [CHORUS] [Maestro Fresh Wes] SongtexteI make wack rappers think about retiring Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring I got skills, not run of the mill I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?) I live in the bush, but my boom spots are Franklin Although I am Canadian, I'll still catch wreck at the Paladium When I possess the microphone like Damien, I'm hitting all the cuties Give Facts of Life to Blair and T, I make Mrs. Garrett shake her booty Can't you see my style's original (original) And I'm making the residuals, being an individual I slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of Spam Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram For better sex, yo I'm liver than Memorex Single, but I'm out to change them all to Demorex That's right I'm metaphorical But I'm on my own dick so I'm uncategorical I can't stand imitators Like my nigga Big L, I'm only rolling with orginators You like my flow, so I figured So when I say Fresh Wes you say (dat's my nigga!) [CHORUS x2] [Maestro Fresh Wes] I'm easy like a spliff, I shoot the gift to Jimmy Cliff A Jimmy McGriff riff I'm swift when I shift My rap files scares away all the wack styles When I die scientists will put my brain in a crack vial And smoke my brain cells for answers Looking for the cures for AIDS and even cancer Scoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosis Like Moses I seperate seas, I navigate these MC's 3-60 degrees Celsius or Farenheit, the microphone I carry right Fuck Lois Lane keep on passing me to Karyn White It's Fresh Wes with the brown complexion Like Perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection I scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrow Mighty like Sparrow, the super hero Bitches on my jimmy because I'm liver than liver My butt hits bush, like Anhieser 'cause I'm wiser It's the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofa I'm dope and taking over, killing niggas like a PW bolter(?) The bad motherfucker named Fresh W-E uhh S is in effect With crazy rhymes of spontaneity I ain't a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying me Nor am I a Blair Underwood figure But bitches still say (fuck that shit dat's my nigga!) [CHORUS x2] [OUTRO: Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah big up to my man Storm My nigga Venom 'casue he know this ain't no demo My cousin the pope, Darius DJ LTD, Showbiz, MVP Exhibit FDR K-Def don't play y'all I'm out Aus Songtexte Mania