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[Maestro] Fine tune da mic

[Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it

[Maestro] It's the brother Maestro

[Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it



[Showbiz]

So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo)

And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show

I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running

Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunning

I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage ya

I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canada

To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low

And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestro

Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D

A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwild

People know my style, don't play me like a child

Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home

Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone

The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E

The trump can't see me

Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks

And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks

So don't try to play big willie

I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill

And make the chump feel silly, huh

You can't understand where my head's at

While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat

And not flat, not flat

And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats

And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Clap

I guess it's like that when you got a little stack



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[Maestro Fresh Wes]

Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing

Me and the mic is like Startsky and Hutchin

Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's faucet

No I never ever lost it, now I'mma toss it-acap