Maestro - Bring it On (Remix) lyrics

[Verse One] My poetry is black like Jesus You n***as can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes Past all you n***as with your silly sh**ty poems You're faker than a ho with titties filled with silicone Well I'm a Glock and you's a slingshot When I'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock While I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy n***as getting smoked just like the Buddha thai I'm rocking well like Orson, scorching on the porch and Of course I'm forced to like my man Shawn Morrison Here's a small portion with no distortion But n***as always on my f**ing dick like foreskin They want to swallow my jism They must be on a mission I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost Before you f** around you better f** with Blue Cross I'm leaving dumb n***as homeless, domeless I'm proneless, so don't try to clone this Style or procedure, because I ain't even shanty yet I bank a check with attitude like Antoinette I'm still smoking whether I open or close the shows Like Shabba Ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes The mega don, everywhere I get it on I f**ed 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 sound 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 & Showbiz] Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) A-God bless y'all (bless 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) A-God bless y'all (bless y'all) I'm Fresh Wes y'all (Fresh Wes y'all) I'm going to bring it on (bring it on) [Verse Two] Yo make way Make a, make a, make a, make way Fresh Wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way From the rags to the riches I'm giving b**hes Diff'rent 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 Guys are on it, girls be on my pubics For two licks, I check my pharmacutics 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 n***a don't play Do yourself a favour and don't f** with Wesley And save that 'I gotta have it' sh** for Pepsi I break like Gretzky, the mic ain't Wayne's World My rhymes guarenteed to k** a n***a and tame girls So don't front, just applause it Like Michael J, said 'put that dibby dibby sh** in the closet' With a chimpanzee and a rhino If my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos Because you love my condution I don't mind of you s** it, just ease up on the suction 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 cla** Like Gang Starr said, 'just take two pulls then pa**' Yeah, Fresh Wes is just swinging along Showbiz in on the remix, I'm bringing it on CHORUS [Verse Three] You wack MC's is like a case of chlamydia It's one big pain in the a** to get rid of ya When I hit the scene I'm more brutal than Rikers k**ing motherf**ers 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 sh** I make the fatter profits with the badder topics I can't stop it, what I drop is catastrophic Good grief, why you trying to beef, Chief? Is that your face or does your a** got teeth Don't try bombing me, harming the economy Cause this n***a is a don like Sean Connery I got the bad b**hes want to have s**, 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 f**ery After this jam, all ya n***as will be s**ing me Oh yeah, it 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