Maestro - Mic Mechanism lyrics

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Maestro - Mic Mechanism lyrics

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] When I'm kicking, the mic mechanism Here we go, the mic mechanism What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism CHORUS [D.I.T.C.] Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism [Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.) Yo Fresh Wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch wreck Check the way I step to the set, then I gotta jet Heck, chicks are getting kind of s**ual Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle Do yourself a favour don't step to the (Fresh guy) Like TLC I put my Jimmy in your (left eye) Ain't to proud to beg, beg for this I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of necks Cash a couple of checks, for the rhyme put together with the beat (Showbiz) put together for, the streets and the jeeps Fresh W-E to the S is (nice yo) Don't say my name unless you going to say (Maestro) Calling me an amateur I'll damage ya s**ers saying (Naaah, dis kid can't be from Canada)[-Showbiz? That's what they all say, after I slay I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant like my brohter Dre The way I rock around ya, you want to shift to this Light a spliff to this, and like Jehovah witnesses Knock on my door, beggin for more Of my verbal acrobatics and my metaphor I make the ghetto raw, I ain't new to this And when I see a fat gluteus I'm studious Fresh Wes is on the rhyme, Showbiz is on the rhythmn Kicking mad flavour (on the mic mechanism) CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.) It's a protege of poetry, you it's me Your hoes are be saying, "please stay" But is it Jodeci? no you see It's funky Fresh Wes with the riddle Like Robin Givens skins want to make the big toast Hot (like a panther), always serious as (cancer) Getting Crazy Legs, I never was a break (dancer) I'll enhance the set (yep) Fresh W-E-S is in effect I'm throwing Billy in the ocean, kicking Joan in the river 'Cause when I flow, lyrics I deliver I give ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify Like Carl Lewis, your sh** don'e even qualify (So stand back and watch the man rap, Jack on the mic) I making s**ers uptight, just like a strike ]From Amtrak, stages are sparked well Coaching like Art Shell Doper than a South American cartel I'm on a mission with my funky compositions Kicking mad falour on (the mic mechanism) CHORUS When I'm kicking the mic mechanism X4 [Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.) I'm not a captain, but chicks like to kneel to feel The real steel when I reveal, they say (wheel) And they eyes, be on the size gee But don't try to milk me, or even h*mogenize me I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry thee Marry me for my salary, giving up your mammaries (naaah) That ain't my type of event, or how my money is spent I ain't Babyface payin' no rent That's on the corny wack, Brady Bunch Leave It To Beaver, Wally tip My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing like Marley Grip, skip to another Louie or Dewie or Ronnie Donnie you're Johnny baby, yo kick that to Tommy The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the prize So stop the lies, you're wise or you're ostrosize Drop your draws, lift the jaws Because I'm in effect like Das and DMC, pause The style I kick is uncategorical You're prehistorical, go check the oracle Damn I'm metaphorical I'm on a mission with my funky compositions Kicking' mad flavour (on the mic mechanism) CHORUS X2 When I'm kicking the mic mechanism X4

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