CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes]
It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my n***a!)
It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
They call me Fresh Wes (ah yeah dat's my n***a!)
[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 sk**s you wish you had
You never had the gift to gab
I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherf**er 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 n***as 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 n***a!)
CHORUS
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
I make wack rappers think about retiring
Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, UPS is hiring
I got sk**s, 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 n***as up just liek a can of Spam
Hoes I undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram
For better s**, 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 n***a 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 n***a!)
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
f** Lois Lane keep on pa**ing 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
b**hes on my jimmy because I'm liver than liver
My bu*t 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, k**ing n***as like a PW bolter(?)
The bad motherf**er 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 b**hes still say (f** that sh** dat's my n***a!)
CHORUS X2
OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
Yeah big up to my man Storm
My n***a 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