Yeah, 1994

Maestro Fresh Wes



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It's Fresh Wes y'all

I'm drinkin' milk now

I'm drinkin' milk y'all

I'm drinkin' milk now



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

First I learn to crawl, then I learn to walk

Then I learn to talk, then I learn to rhyme

Suckers try to hock my lines

But I'mma serve ya

On the microphone I murder

Killing chump rappers

Since the days of eating Gerber's baby food

The crazy dude with the pablum, the bad one

I grab the mic just like a Magnum

Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling

Wes, you was hitting skins as a baby

Yeah true but I was fingering

Yeah, check out shorty in the diapers

They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers

Grown-ups knew that I be wealthy

They used to say

"that baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy"

I worte creazy rhymes to the beat

Had the, freedom of speach

But I still couldn't reach, the tall glass of milk

On the table, my lyrics were stable

But still I wasn't able to get it

I didn't sweat it, I paid it no mind

I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime

Now I'm hoping for the day to come

So I can hear my Dukes say, "Wesley you son of a gun"



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[Maestro Fresh Wes]

No time for chilling black

I wrote a killa rap, made an illa track

Knocking back the similack

Graduated from the formula, I had a scheme

Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend

But still I had to play cool, couldn't play a fool

So many MCs, are dropping out of pre-school

To get a record deal, forget it gotta hustle

Yo yo yo, how did money fall off?

Got lost in the shuffle