Maestro Fresh Wes

Maestro Fresh Wes - Fine Tune Da Mic lyrics

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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 milesbut you know I'm far from running

Listen to the kicks and the snaresyou know it's stunning

I'm comingI cameI'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 flowa combo with maestro

Fresh wesI never fessbig up to diamond d

A.g. and my partner lord finessecan't forget buckwild

People know my styledon't play me like a child

Or your fam be sitting in the front aisleof a funeral home

Put two to your domeso pass the microphone

The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3third and a-v-e

The trump can't see me

Lick for lickI 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 sillyhuh

You can't understand where my head's at

While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat

And not flatnot 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



Chorus x2



[maestro fresh wes]

Well I'm crushingblood 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 itnow i'mma toss it

Get off iti'mma writeI'll role you like a tight spliff

I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift

Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover

Like j. degar hooverI make a ? ? ? manouver

Ain't no lookin backI throw a jam at the sugar shack

And I can make the mack sayjack bring my hooker back

I'm getting 'nuff props like black moonI never wrote a wack tune

Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom

Live like a wiremc for hire

Rapper all admirebut retirewhen I ahnil-

Latedeductsand take da bucks

Who the hell needs luckI got it made and getting paid to fluc-

Uate my lyricsmy uncategoricalmetaphorical flow

Makes you want to hear itso don't compare it

You can't come near itI know you fear it

You want to jeer it in the front row

'cause you know me and show can flow

We go head to headtoe to toe and blow for blow

We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen

Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism



Chorus x4



Outro [maestro fresh wes]

Yeahthat's how we doing it yo

Big up to my djltd

Loves to devastnever hesitate to motivate

Farly flexrelfexmvp yo

That's how we swing it in the studio

Word up fresh wes1994

I'm blowing up uhh

I'm blowing up yeah

Yeah

I can't forget my man chris

My man mac behind the fat tracks

And my man show b-i-z

Aka mr. (f-a-t)we out                      
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Language: English

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