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
They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat`s my nigga!)
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Well it`s the Fresh W-E to the S brother Wes
The style you try to kick is colourless
I got the skills you wish you had
You never had the gift to gab
I`m free base, you`re just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag
I`m casanova, `cause your wife said I am
I made her hide her wedding band
Say (I can`t believe how wet I am)
I gave the balls to Lucille, get broke with true shield
I pack blue steel, making crews yield
I`m rocking `til early morn
I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on)
That doesn`t mean my head`s getting bigger
I stay down to Earth, so when they see me they say
{Yeah dat`s my nigga!)
CHORUS
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
I make wack rappers think about retiring
Stop aspiring, you ain`t inspiring money, UPS is hiring
I got skills, not run of the mill
I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill
I get props like Lionel Hampton, city bank of Brampton(?)
I live in the bush, but my boom spots are Franklin
Although I am Canadian, I`ll still catch wreck at the Paladium
When I possess the microphone like Damien, I`m hitting all the cuties
Give Facts of Life to Blair and T, I make Mrs. Garrett shake her booty
Can`t you see my style`s original (original)
And I`m making the residuals, being an individual
I slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of Spam
Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram
For better sex, yo I`m liver than Memorex
Single, but I`m out to change them all to Demorex
That`s right I`m metaphorical
But I`m on my own dick so I`m uncategorical
I can`t stand imitators
Like my nigga Big L, I`m only rolling with orginators
You like my flow, so I figured
So when I say Fresh Wes you say (dat`s my nigga!)
CHORUS X2
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
I`m easy like a spliff, I shoot the gift to Jimmy Cliff
A Jimmy McGriff riff I`m swift when I shift
My rap files scares away all the wack styles
When I die scientists will put my brain in a crack vial
And smoke my brain cells for answers
Looking for the cures for AIDS and even cancer
Scoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosis
Like Moses I seperate seas, I navigate these MC`s 3-60 degrees
Celsius or Farenheit, the microphone I carry right
Fuck Lois Lane keep on passing me to Karyn White
It`s Fresh Wes with the brown complexion
Like Perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection
I scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrow
Mighty like Sparrow, the super hero
Bitches on my jimmy because I`m liver than liver
My butt hits bush, like Anhieser `cause I`m wiser
It`s the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofa
I`m dope and taking over, killing niggas like a PW bolter(?)
The bad motherfucker named Fresh W-E uhh S is in effect
With crazy rhymes of spontaneity
I ain`t a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying me
Nor am I a Blair Underwood figure
But bitches still say (fuck that shit dat`s my nigga!)
CHORUS X2
OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
Yeah big up to my man Storm
My nigga Venom `casue he know this ain`t no demo
My cousin the pope, Darius
DJ LTD, Showbiz, MVP
Exhibit FDR K-Def don`t play y`all
I`m out
