Fine Tune Da Mic Lyrics - Singles - Maestro Fresh Wes

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 

[showbiz] 

So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) 

And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother show 

I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running 

Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know it's stunning 

I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya 

I left my city and my hometown to fly to canada 

To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low 

And show's got a flow, a combo with maestro 

Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to diamond d 

A.g. and my partner lord finesse, can't forget buckwild 

People know my style, don't play me like a child 

Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home 

Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone 

The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e 

The trump can't see me 

Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks 

And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks 

So don't try to play big willie 

I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill 

And make the chump feel silly, huh 

You can't understand where my head's at 

While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat 

And not flat, not flat 

And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats 

And girls play my lap bcause I made soul clap 

I guess it's like that when you got a little stack 

Chorus x2 

[maestro fresh wes] 

Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing 

Me and the mic is like startsky and hutchin 

Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix farrah's faucet 

No I never ever lost it, now i'mma toss it 

Get off it, i'mma write, I'll role you like a tight spliff 

I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift 

Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover 

Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ? manouver 

Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the sugar shack 

And I can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker back 

I'm getting 'nuff props like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune 

Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom 

Live like a wire, mc for hire 

Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil- 

Late, deducts, and take da bucks 

Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc- 

Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow 

Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it 

You can't come near it, I know you fear it 

You want to jeer it in the front row 

'cause you know me and show can flow 

We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow 

We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen 

Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism 

Chorus x4 

Outro [maestro fresh wes] 

Yeah, that's how we doing it yo 

Big up to my dj, ltd 

Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate 

Farly flex, relfex, mvp yo 

That's how we swing it in the studio 

Word up fresh wes, 1994 

I'm blowing up uhh 

I'm blowing up yeah 

Yeah 

I can't forget my man chris 

My man mac behind the fat tracks 

And my man show b-i-z 

Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out