Fine Tune Da Mic
CHORUS X
[Maestro] Fine tune da mi
[Showbiz] Engineer won't you check i
[Maestro] It's the brother Maestr
[Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck i
[Showbiz
So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo
And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Sho
I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from runnin
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It's stunnin
I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to damage y
I left my city and my hometown to fly to Canad
To get a peace of mind and make beats on the lo
And Show's got a flow, a combo with Maestr
Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond
A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can't forget Buckwil
People know my style, don't play me like a chil
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral hom
Put two to your dome, so pass the microphon
The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-
The trump can't see m
Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kick
And pick up chiocks and take them to the flick
So don't try to play big willi
I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bil
And make the chump feel silly, hu
You can't understand where my head's a
While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fa
And not flat, not fla
And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gat
And girls play my lap bcause I made Soul Cla
I guess it's like that when you got a little stac
CHORUS X
[Maestro Fresh Wes
Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushin
Me and the mic is like Startsky and Hutchi
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix Farrah's fauce
No I never ever lost it, now I'mma toss i
Get off it, I'mma write, I'll role you like a tight splif
I might get hyper just like positive on a night shif
Fresh Wes is the smoothest show and prove
Like J. Degar Hoover, I make a ??? manouve
Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the Sugar Shac
And I can make the mack say, Jack bring my hooker bac
I'm getting 'nuff props like Black Moon, I never wrote a wack tun
Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroo
Live like a wire, MC for hir
Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil
Late, deducts, and take da buck
Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flo
Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare i
You can't come near it, I know you fear i
You want to jeer it in the front ro
'Cause you know me and Show can flo
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blo
We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people liste
Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanis
CHORUS X
OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes
Yeah, that's how we doing it y
Big up to my DJ, LT
Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivat
Farly Flex, relfex, MVP y
That's how we swing it in the studi
Word up Fresh Wes, 199
I'm blowing up uh
I'm blowing up yea
Yea
I can't forget my man Chri
My man Mac behind the fat track
And my man Show B-I-
AKA Mr. (F-A-T), we out
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