Maestro Fresh Wes - Bring It On Lyrics
[maestro fresh wes]My poetry is black like jesusYou niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezesPast all you niggas with your silly shitty poemsYou're faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh)Well i'm a glock and you're a slingshotWhen i'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rockWell, i'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guyNiggas getting smoked just like the buddha tyeI'm rocking well like orson, scortching on the porchin'Of course i'm forced to like my man shawn morrisonHere's a small portion with no distortionBut niggas always on my *****ing dick like foreskinThey want to swallow my gism (yeah)They must be on a mission (uh huh)I need a circumcision on the mic mechanismMaestro's the true boss, you and your crew lostBefore you ***** around you better ***** with blue crossI'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domelessI'm proneless, so don't try to clone thisStyle or procedure, because i ain't even trained(?) yetI bank a check with attitude like antoinetteI'm still smoking whether i open or close the shoewsLike shabba ranks, i got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah)The mega don, everywhere i get it onI *****ed every colour, now they call me benettonBlack and the white, red and the bronze, even a chinese yingAll kinds of skins, man i shine like a diamond ringYou feel around i'm the man with the meanest songNot a new jack but i got more dope than nino brown'cause i'm a striver, a hip hop survivorMe and the microphone is like my nuts and your salivaYeah, fresh wes swinging along, showbiz is on the remixI'm bringing it onChorus [maestro fresh wes]Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all)I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all)I'm fresh wes y'all (fresh wes y'all)I'm going to bring it on (bring it on)Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all)I'm fresh wes y'all (fresh wes y'all)I'm going to bring it on (bring it on)[maestro fresh wes]Yo make wayMake a, make a, make a, make awayFresh wes is going to breaka, breaka, break wayFrom the rags to the richesI'm giving *****es different strokes like todd bridgesMister maest, they cast me out, how ya like me nowYou want to raise your eye browThen you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonicsShines like a comet, more dope than hydroponics (ahh yeah)Guys are on it, girls be on my pubicsFor two licks, i check my pharmacutics (do this)You want to know who's the newestWith the blues like hill street, or more news than huey lewisLike boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and wheyWell this nigga don't playDo yourself a favour and don't ***** with wesleyAnd save that 'i gotta have it' shit for pepsiI break like gretzky, the mic ain't wayne's worldMy rhymes guarenteed to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah)So don't front, just applause itLike michael j, said 'put that dibby dibby shit in the closet'With a chimpanzee and a rhinoIf my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos (ohh yeah)Because you love my condutionI don't mind of you suck it, just ease up on the sucitonWhile you're down there, hum on my left oneMake my right one jealous, fresh wes is the best oneBut don't be greedy share the rest with the classLike gangstarr said, 'just take two pulls then pass'Yeah, fresh wes is just swinging alongShowbiz in on the remix, i'm bringing it onChorus[maestro fresh wes]You wack mc's is like a case of clamydiaIt's one big pain in the ass to get rid of yaWhen i hit the scene i'm more brutal than rikersKilling mother*****ers like i'm chilling with strikersTime to let a trend setter, smooth like amarettaWith a vendetta and a go getter, with a better metaphorKick, oh flip, when i flow quick they forfeitThey so shit (oh yeah)I make the fatter profits with the badder topicsI cant' stop it, what i drop is catastrophicGood grief, why you trying to beef geefIs that your face or does your ass got teeth (oooo)Don't try bombing me, harming the economy'cause this nigga is a don like sean conneryI got the bad *****es want to have sex, uhI gas them like exxon, then i put the next onEverybody knows mr. maest raps steadyBefore stepping to me get an ice pack readyYeah, i'm getting sick and tired of the *****eryAfter this jam, all ya niggas will be sucking meOh yeah, ot goes down like thatWord up, fresh wes bringing it onShow b-i-z on the remixAs we flow on 1992-93 and beyondWord up as we kick the flavourI'm out
