[Maestro Fresh Wes]

My poetry is black like Jesus

You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes

Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems

You're faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh)

Well I'm a glock and you're a slingshot

When I'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock

Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy

Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye

I'm rocking well like Orson, scortching on the porchin'

Of course I'm forced to like my man Shawn Morrison

Here's a small portion with no distortion

But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin

They want to swallow my gism (yeah)

They must be on a mission (uh huh)

I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism

Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost

Before you fuck around you better fuck with Blue Cross

I'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless

I'm proneless, so don't try to clone this

Style or procedure, because I ain't even trained(?) yet

I bank a check with attitude like Antoinette

I'm still smoking whether I open or close the shoews

Like Shabba Ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah)

The mega don, everywhere I get it on

I fucked 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 song

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]

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