Featuring Percee P. Pray to the east pray to the east. Yeah. I got my man in the studio. One of the illest MC's in the world. Rhyme Inspector Percee P.
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]. Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?. [Mac] Yo what's up? Chill. [Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you.
This is a throw down, a showdown, hell no, I can't slow down. It's gonna go down, first offense on the mix down, go on and break down. Okay, party people in the house, may I have your attention, please?.
Intro [maestro fresh wes] {ebony mc}. Ahh yes. Swinging along, just swinging ahh yeah. Me and my main man ebony mc {right about now}. Just swinging along {we just swinging along}.
I'm showin' you. Simply clean. . Chorus. "between a rock and a roll, yibby yibby you" x4. . [maestro fresh wes]. Dope hit after hit, bust lip after lip.
Yeah, 1994. Maestro Fresh Wes. . CHORUS X2 [Maestro Fresh Wes]. It's Fresh Wes y'all. I'm drinkin' milk now. I'm drinkin' milk y'all. I'm drinkin' milk now.
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).
yo yo yo yo). Yeah. Here's some food for thought. (you love to hear the story again and again). . [Chorus]. This is the shit that niggas die for. The shit they breath for.
Yeah, going out to all my peoples, you know what I'm saying. Now move to a higher level, I'm sprint. First I inhale, then I exhale Allah's name. You never see me pointing to the next male.
Chorus x2. [maestro] fine tune da mic. [showbiz] engineer won't you check it. [maestro] it's the brother maestro. [showbiz] and showbiz is going to wreck it.
Intro:. . The Maestro. Fresh Wes. the symphony. is in full effect. . Verse 1:. . Let your backbone slide. let it slip let the rythym rip. while my lyrics leave my lips.
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.
move with the Maestro. you feelin high so. ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo. so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck. symphony in effect was just a mic check.
My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee. My cometition are wishing that killing me. For my similies and solioquies. They garbage, but I'm the largest.
[Chorus]. 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock. To the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hop. Put this in yo' collection. Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn.
(Sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x ). It's like a hot fudge drippin down. Drippin down, drippin. You got me trippin. I'm almost slippin. Genuine, one of a kind.
[Maestro Fresh Wes]. My poetry is black like Jesus. You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes. Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems.
[maestro fresh wes]. My poetry is black like jesus. You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes. Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems.
featuring LaToya & Miranda. . [Maestro]. Who be the brother with the harder rap sippin' coniac. You catch a heart attack rest your cardiac. I'm takin' over the game like black quaterbacks.