Maestro Fresh Wes - Bring it On (Remix) lyrics

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[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

You're faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh)

Well I'm a glock and you're a slingshot

When I'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock

Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy

Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye

I'm rocking well like Orson, scortching on the porchin'

Of course I'm forced to like my man Shawn Morrison

Here's a small portion with no distortion

But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin

They want to swallow my gism (yeah)

They must be on a mission (uh huh)

I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism

Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost

Before you fuck around you better fuck with Blue Cross

I'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless

I'm proneless, so don't try to clone this

Style or procedure, because I ain't even trained(?) yet

I bank a check with attitude like Antoinette

I'm still smoking whether I open or close the shoews

Like Shabba Ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah)

The mega don, everywhere I get it on

I fucked every colour, now they call me Benetton

Black and the white, red and the bronze, even a Chinese ying

All kinds of skins, man I shine like a diamond ring

You feel around I'm the man with the meanest song

Not a new jack but I got more dope than Nino Brown

'Cause I'm a striver, a hip hop survivor

Me and the microphone is like my nuts and your saliva

Yeah, Fresh Wes swinging along, Showbiz is on the remix

I'm bringing it on

CHORUS [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 way

Make a, make a, make a, make away

Fresh Wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way

From the rags to the riches

I'm giving bitches Different Strokes like Todd Bridges

Mister Maest, they cast me out, how ya like me now

You want to raise your eye brow

Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics

Shines like a comet, more dope than hydroponics (ahh yeah)

Guys are on it, girls be on my pubics

For two licks, I check my pharmacutics (do this)

You want to know who's the newest

With the blues like Hill Street, or more news than Huey Lewis

Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey

Well this nigga don't play

Do yourself a favour and don't fuck with Wesley

And save that 'I gotta have it' shit for Pepsi

I break like Gretzky, the mic ain't Wayne's World

My rhymes guarenteed to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah)

So don't front, just applause it

Like Michael J, said 'put that dibby dibby shit in the closet'

With a chimpanzee and a rhino

If my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos (ohh yeah)

Because you love my condution

I don't mind of you suck it, just ease up on the suciton

While you're down there, hum on my left one

Make my right one jealous, Fresh Wes is the best one

But don't be greedy share the rest with the class

Like Gangstarr said, 'just take two pulls then pass'

Yeah, Fresh Wes is just swinging along

Showbiz in on the remix, I'm bringing it on

CHORUS

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

You wack MC's is like a case of clamydia

It's one big pain in the ass to get rid of ya

When I hit the scene I'm more brutal than Rikers

Killing motherfuckers like I'm chilling with strikers

Time to let a trend setter, smooth like amaretta

With a vendetta and a go getter, with a better metaphor

Kick, oh flip, when I flow quick they forfeit

They so shit (oh yeah)

I make the fatter profits with the badder topics

I cant' stop it, what I drop is catastrophic

Good grief, why you trying to beef geef

Is 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 Connery

I got the bad bitches want to have sex, uh

I gas them like Exxon, then I put the next on

Everybody knows Mr. Maest raps steady

Before stepping to me get an ice pack ready

Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of the fuckery

After this jam, all ya niggas will be sucking me

Oh yeah, ot goes down like that

Word up, Fresh Wes bringing it on

Show B-I-Z on the remix

As we flow on 1992-93 and beyond

Word up as we kick the flavour

I'm out