Bring It On

[maestro fresh wes]

My poetry is black like jesus

You niggas cant see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes

Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems

Youre faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh)

Well Im a glock and youre a slingshot

When Im done youll want to quit, you want to fling rock

Well, Ill be cruising by, youll never see a smoother guy

Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye

Im rocking well like orson, scortching on the porchin

Of course Im forced to like my man shawn morrison

Heres 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

Maestros the true boss, you and your crew lost

Before you fuck around you better fuck with blue cross

Im leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless

Im proneless, so dont try to clone this

Style or procedure, because I aint even trained(? ) yet

I bank a check with attitude like antoinette

Im 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 Im the man with the meanest song

Not a new jack but I got more dope than nino brown

cause Im 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

Im bringing it on

Chorus [maestro fresh wes]

Yes yes yall ( yes yall)

I got flesh yall (flesh yall)

Im fresh wes yall (fresh wes yall)

Im going to bring it on (bring it on)

Yes yes yall (yes yall)

I got flesh yall (flesh yall)

Im fresh wes yall (fresh wes yall)

Im going to bring it on (bring it on)

[maestro fresh wes]

Yo make way

Make a, make a, make a, make away

Fresh wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way

From the rags to the riches

Im giving bitches different strokes like todd bridges

Mister maest, they cast me out, how ya like me now

You want to raise your eye brow

Then you want to bow, cause youre awning my phonics

Shines like a comet, more dope than hydroponics (ahh yeah)

Guys are on it, girls be on my pubics

For two licks, I check my pharmacutics (do this)

You want to know whos the newest

With the blues like hill street, or more news than huey lewis

Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey

Well this nigga dont play

Do yourself a favour and dont fuck with wesley

And save that i gotta have it shit for pepsi

I break like gretzky, the mic aint waynes world

My rhymes guarenteed to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah)

So dont front, just applause it

Like michael j, said put that dibby dibby shit in the closet

With a chimpanzee and a rhino

If my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos (ohh yeah)

Because you love my condution

I dont mind of you suck it, just ease up on the suciton

While youre down there, hum on my left one

Make my right one jealous, fresh wes is the best one

But dont be greedy share the rest with the class

Like gangstarr said, just take two pulls then pass

Yeah, fresh wes is just swinging along

Showbiz in on the remix, Im bringing it on

Chorus

[maestro fresh wes]

You wack mcs is like a case of clamydia

Its one big pain in the ass to get rid of ya

When I hit the scene Im more brutal than rikers

Killing motherfuckers like Im chilling with strikers

Time to let a trend setter, smooth like amaretta

With a vendetta and a go getter, with a better metaphor

Kick, oh flip, when I flow quick they forfeit

They so shit (oh yeah)

I make the fatter profits with the badder topics

I cant stop it, what I drop is catastrophic

Good grief, why you trying to beef geef

Is that your face or does your ass got teeth (oooo)

Dont try bombing me, harming the economy

cause this nigga is a don like sean connery

I got the bad bitches want to have sex, uh

I gas them like exxon, then I put the next on

Everybody knows mr. maest raps steady

Before stepping to me get an ice pack ready

Yeah, Im getting sick and tired of the fuckery

After this jam, all ya niggas will be sucking me

Oh yeah, ot goes down like that

Word up, fresh wes bringing it on

Show b-i-z on the remix

As we flow on 1992-93 and beyond

Word up as we kick the flavour

Im out