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Song title: Maestro Fresh Wes - Mic Mechanism

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Intro [maestro fresh wes]
When Im kicking, the mic mechanism
Here we go, the mic mechanism
What Im kicking, the mic mechanism
What Im kicking, the mic mechanism

Chorus [d.i.t.c.]
Fresh wes yall, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes yall, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes yall, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes yall, 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 dont step to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my jimmy in your (left eye)
Aint to proud to beg, beg for this
Im 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)
Dont say my name unless you going to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur Ill damage ya
Suckers saying (naaah, dis kid cant be from canada)<-showbiz?
Thats what they all say, after I slay
Im 5 foot 10, but Im 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 aint new to this
And when I see a fat gluteus Im 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.)
Its a protege of poetry, you its me
Your hoes are be saying, please stay
But is it jodeci? no you see
Its funky fresh wes with the riddle
Like robin givens skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always serious as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I never was a break (dancer)
Ill enhance the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in effect
Im throwing billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the river
cause when I flow, lyrics I deliver
I give ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, your shit done even qualify
(so stand back and watch the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, just like a strike
>from amtrak, stages are sparked well
Coaching like art shell
Doper than a south american cartel
Im on a mission with my funky compositions
Kicking mad falour on (the mic mechanism)

Chorus

When Im kicking the mic mechanism x4

[maestro fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.)
Im not a captain, but chicks like to kneel to feel
The real steel when I reveal, they say (wheel)
And they eyes, be on the size gee
But dont try to milk me, or even homogenize me
I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry thee
Marry me for my salary, giving up your mammaries (naaah)
That aint my type of event, or how my money is spent
I aint babyface payin no rent
Thats on the corny wack, brady bunch
Leave it to beaver, wally tip
My bozak aint dangerous, so stop playing like marley
Grip, skip to another louie or dewie or ronnie
Donnie youre johnny baby, yo kick that to tommy
The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the prize
So stop the lies, youre wise or youre ostrosize
Drop your draws, lift the jaws
Because Im in effect like das and dmc, pause
The style I kick is uncategorical
Youre prehistorical, go check the oracle
Damn Im metaphorical
Im on a mission with my funky compositions
Kicking mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

Chorus x2

When Im kicking the mic mechanism x4