INTRO

This is a throw-down, a showdown

Hell no, I can't slow down

It's gonna go

    "Down"

    "First Offence,"  "on the mix"

    "Down, go on and break"

    "Down"

    "O.K. party people in the house"

    "May I have your attention please"

    "In a moment the beat will be played in many parts"

    "Come on and break"

    "Many parts, many"

    "1", "2", "3"

    "Come on and break"



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

This jam is amplified, so just glide (glide)

And let your backbone slide



You listen to every word I say

I every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae

You try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake, 

a flag, then I run a post

Toast, I'm the most

D-E-F's how it goes

No X's or O's or tic-tac-toes

LTD knows, this ain't a game, I'm on a mission

Call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition

I rap just like a slab of clay that's shapeless

Jeff ain't no shimmer, no glass is tasteless

A universe without light is lightless

That's why I always take time to write this

I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin

Could be a rain, or brainstorm, or drizzlin

Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin

Practice make perfect, and I'm powerin, flowerin

My lyrics are awesome

Tunin' from human, bloomin' a blossom

Blowing away blockades and barracades

Make ya black and blue from the blast and the blaze

It's a bloodsport, bloods builds up back

I make your vision go blurry 

while your brain goes black into oblivion

Beats from box to box to bates

Rocks from blocks and blocks

Let your backbone slide



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

Just let it slide y'all, I don't give a (DAMN! damn)

If ya backbone quiver

Man oh man, watch ya swiver

Wind some twine your spine while your slither

It's contagious, an epidemic

You try to lift, you're cool, but it fell again

Rap scholar, soul like a Dominican

But like I said before, I'm not American

It's who you are, not the way you went

We all originate from the same descent

I make alot of cents, sense, and pence

Gold (gold), myrrh and frakincense

When I'm in France they blow me francs

Frank, with your swiss account is the way I bank-pank

At home, I make bills are brown from my sound

In the states green like the grass in the ground

When I'm in England, they pass me pounds now

I clock cash in every town, so I slide (slide)

But nowadays, I'm trapped

(why's that?)

So many suckers on my sacroiliac

It's like a rap-sack, backpack

(wic-wic-whack)

Give me some slack jack

Rap is like a jungle

Where rhyme for rhyme is like a vine to vine

Swung line to line of mine

I'm collossal, you'se a mosquito

I'mma play Tarzan, you play Cheetah

Cheeta, biter, love to forge

Better yet, I'll call you Curious George

'Cause curiosty cold killed the cat

Can't hide so black to the side

Let your backbone slide



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

The keyword is synchronism

Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn

And hey, this hey, oh, this ain't Forte

I'm coming double-f

Fortissamo, F-F for funky fresh

My DJ is LTD, mellow-flex

you listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet

Vocabulary golden, beats from my rollin

Stone cold lyrics with the microphone I'm holdin

Words I rip, egos I strip

I make sucker crews kick, Dick Van Dyke flips

I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide

They should've stepped off (stepped off), I let it slide

But now they got brasen, dry like a raisin

I glaze like a vase, I smash you like days

Until they realize, they shouldn't have ripped

It's '89, not Beetoven's fifth or sixth

It's a throwdown, I'm conducting it

Because like a highrise, I'm constructing it

Was once thoughts, pen, and paper

Now it's a tower, a soul, a skyscraper

It's getting out of hand after I've created a monster

My musical monologue makes you wanna

Move with the Maestro

You feel hot so you set the blend, the cresendo is nice yo

I'm the guy, the rhythm is a ride (the rhythm is a ride)

To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide



This is a throwdown