INTRO
This is a throw-down, a showdown
Hell no, I can`t slow down
It`s gonna go
Down
First Offence, on the mix
Down, go on and break
Down
O.K. party people in the house
May I have your attention please
In a moment the beat will be played in many parts
Come on and break
Many parts, many
1, 2, 3
Come on and break
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
This jam is amplified, so just glide (glide)
And let your backbone slide
You listen to every word I say
I every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae
You try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake,
a flag, then I run a post
Toast, I`m the most
D-E-F`s how it goes
No X`s or O`s or tic-tac-toes
LTD knows, this ain`t a game, I`m on a mission
Call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition
I rap just like a slab of clay that`s shapeless
Jeff ain`t no shimmer, no glass is tasteless
A universe without light is lightless
That`s why I always take time to write this
I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin
Could be a rain, or brainstorm, or drizzlin
Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin
Practice make perfect, and I`m powerin, flowerin
My lyrics are awesome
Tunin` from human, bloomin` a blossom
Blowing away blockades and barracades
Make ya black and blue from the blast and the blaze
It`s a bloodsport, bloods builds up back
I make your vision go blurry
while your brain goes black into oblivion
Beats from box to box to bates
Rocks from blocks and blocks
Let your backbone slide
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Just let it slide y`all, I don`t give a (DAMN! damn)
If ya backbone quiver
Man oh man, watch ya swiver
Wind some twine your spine while your slither
It`s contagious, an epidemic
You try to lift, you`re cool, but it fell again
Rap scholar, soul like a Dominican
But like I said before, I`m not American
It`s who you are, not the way you went
We all originate from the same descent
I make alot of cents, sense, and pence
Gold (gold), myrrh and frakincense
When I`m in France they blow me francs
Frank, with your swiss account is the way I bank-pank
At home, I make bills are brown from my sound
In the states green like the grass in the ground
When I`m in England, they pass me pounds now
I clock cash in every town, so I slide (slide)
But nowadays, I`m trapped
(why`s that?)
So many suckers on my sacroiliac
It`s like a rap-sack, backpack
(wic-wic-whack)
Give me some slack jack
Rap is like a jungle
Where rhyme for rhyme is like a vine to vine
Swung line to line of mine
I`m collossal, you`se a mosquito
I`mma play Tarzan, you play Cheetah
Cheeta, biter, love to forge
Better yet, I`ll call you Curious George
`Cause curiosty cold killed the cat
Can`t hide so black to the side
Let your backbone slide
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
The keyword is synchronism
Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn
And hey, this hey, oh, this ain`t Forte
I`m coming double-f
Fortissamo, F-F for funky fresh
My DJ is LTD, mellow-flex
you listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet
Vocabulary golden, beats from my rollin
Stone cold lyrics with the microphone I`m holdin
Words I rip, egos I strip
I make sucker crews kick, Dick Van Dyke flips
I get busy, they`re dizzy, they start to collide
They should`ve stepped off (stepped off), I let it slide
But now they got brasen, dry like a raisin
I glaze like a vase, I smash you like days
Until they realize, they shouldn`t have ripped
It`s `89, not Beetoven`s fifth or sixth
It`s a throwdown, I`m conducting it
Because like a highrise, I`m constructing it
Was once thoughts, pen, and paper
Now it`s a tower, a soul, a skyscraper
It`s getting out of hand after I`ve created a monster
My musical monologue makes you wanna
Move with the Maestro
You feel hot so you set the blend, the cresendo is nice yo
I`m the guy, the rhythm is a ride (the rhythm is a ride)
To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide
This is a throwdown
