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 sexual
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
Suckers 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 shit don`e even qualify
(So stand back and watch the man rap, Jack on the mic)
I making suckers 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 homogenize 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
