Текст (слова) песни: Maestro Fresh Wes - The Mics My Piece

** intro/skit skipped **

[maestro fresh wes]

Im a ruler, thats how I reign

I do to rap what the mona lisa does to the frame

Rid em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo

I aint kiddin, they jock my portfolio

Played it wise, hit the studio

Rock international, now they call me julio

Mcs have died, becuase I have killed them

Some older than me but yet children

Some veterans knew the fear

Because rap is not a joke, this games for real

Sucker boys cuss me, females rush me

When I off the set, my homeboys they touch me

Wes, you ate em up like a feast

No need to use an uzi, when the mics my piece

Chorus

"bang on"

"im murdering mc"

"bang on"

"im murdering mc"

"bang on"

"im murdering mc"

** scratching by dj ltd **

Repeat

[maestro fresh wes]

Some use a uzi, some a machete

You wanna test fresh wes, well Im ready

The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet

The mic thats a trigger *bang* and I pull it

Too late for prayer, dee is a slayer

Wes rocks the mics like a hoops to isaiah

The player, the pimp that mcs are risking

Youll get decked like clay decked liston

*bang*

Where did the punch come from?

Was it before, or after the drum

Ltd will be the referee

Saying punk tell me how many fingers you see

The m-i-c is my p-i-e-c-e

The maestro needs no mc

Like a beast I beat while my rhymes release

I can say *bang* my mics my piece

A bag of lsd and my dj does needles

Lyrical dope my group aint feeble

Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two farenheit

Cold getting paid if youre a parasite

Paraphrase, to parallel youre paralyze

Youre paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize

I paragon, the paramont vocabulist

Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph cant handle this

Move, you might get mobbed

Theres a method ot my madness, dont mock my monologue

Im like a beast when my rhymes released, like a sayss(? )

*bang* cause my mics my piece

Chorus

[maestro fresh wes]

I walk around town looking at these clowns

Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown

I sweat the coloured clown, this is what I mean

Im not american, my hundred dollar bill aint green

Im from north of the border, keep it in order

Beats like the freak from the latin quarter

Though Im down with the t-o scene

I dont hang with no polo team

No charade, a parade Im here to envade

X-rate, excess, escalate this escapade

I fancy girl like she dont exist

Exercise the dip, watch the exorcist

Extreme 360, necks will snap

She wrote my rhythmn, received the whiplash

Executed, extracted, shes attracted

To the maestro, uhh, distracted

In distress, shes hyperactive

Be jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid

Thats why allow the sultan to rap

The aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph

Every title you held been stripped off

Love torn ego with a busted up lip

When I start firing I never cease

I get hyped, when *bang* the mics my piece

Chorus

[maestro fresh wes]

Yeah

Like franklin, columbo, Im jumble-la

I can run so low, try to obtain my status

Dont they know how long Ive been at this

Call me a new jack, thats a dis

New jacks dont rock like this

Thats absurb to me, dont say a word to me

Im from t-o thats why you dun heard of me

Yesterday, but now youre listening

cause Im exploding like nitroglycerine

If I was from new york

I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago

I had to try a little harder than the average

Just to get a break, but now Im doing damage

Think that youre a star, sorry charlie

Got beef? talk to farley

cause what I manifest is a masterpiece

Dope rhymes are released when the mics my piece

Some carry knives some carry guns

2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one

Looking serious, flexing posing

You rub shoulders, step on toes and its *bang* over

You might get shafted

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Too many want to brawl, I think I heard it all

Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball

Some want to party, but some do

I propagate against one of the brothers from my high school

Real sad funeral, ask any pupil

I speak know this before this quadruple

Some minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow

Follow my ? ? ? ? before youre blunt like pharoah

The mic is my weapon, with it I aint messing

No half stepping, Im progressing

Even when I die these lyrics will last

So roll over bethoveen cause the b-boys blastin

Show pen another gay, I leave you in awe

This array could bust an orchestra

Im the maestro, my symphony cant cease

Too damn hype! *bang* when the mics my piece

Chorus

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Was it before, or after the drum Ltd will be the referee Saying punk tell me how many fingers you see The m-i-c is my p-i-e-c-e The maestro needs no mc Like a beast I beat while my rhymes release I can say bang my mics my piece A bag of lsd and my dj does needles Lyrical dope my group aint feeble Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two farenheit Cold getting paid if youre a parasite Paraphrase, to parallel youre paralyze Youre paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize I paragon, the paramont vocabulist Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph cant handle this Move, you might get mobbed Theres a method ot my madness, dont mock my monologue Im like a beast when my rhymes released, like a sayss(? ) bang cause my mics my piece Chorus [maestro fresh wes] I walk around town looking at these clowns Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown I sweat the coloured clown, this is what I mean Im not american, my hundred dollar bill aint green Im from north of the border, keep it in order Beats like the freak from the latin quarter Though Im down with the t-o scene I dont hang with no polo team No charade, a parade Im here to envade X-rate, excess, escalate this escapade I fancy girl like she dont exist Exercise the dip, watch the exorcist Extreme 360, necks will snap She wrote my rhythmn, received the whiplash Executed, extracted, shes attracted To the maestro, uhh, distracted In distress, shes hyperactive Be jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid Thats why allow the sultan to rap The aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph Every title you held been stripped off Love torn ego with a busted up lip When I start firing I never cease I get hyped, when bang the mics my piece Chorus [maestro fresh wes] Yeah Like franklin, columbo, Im jumble-la I can run so low, try to obtain my status Dont they know how long Ive been at this Call me a new jack, thats a dis New jacks dont rock like this Thats absurb to me, dont say a word to me Im from t-o thats why you dun heard of me Yesterday, but now youre listening cause Im exploding like nitroglycerine If I was from new york I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago I had to try a little harder than the average Just to get a break, but now Im doing damage Think that youre a star, sorry charlie Got beef? talk to farley cause what I manifest is a masterpiece Dope rhymes are released when the mics my piece Some carry knives some carry guns 2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one Looking serious, flexing posing You rub shoulders, step on toes and its bang over You might get shafted ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Too many want to brawl, I think I heard it all Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball Some want to party, but some do I propagate against one of the brothers from my high school Real sad funeral, ask any pupil I speak know this before this quadruple Some minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow Follow my ? ? ? ? before youre blunt like pharoah The mic is my weapon, with it I aint messing No half stepping, Im progressing Even when I die these lyrics will last So roll over bethoveen cause the b-boys blastin Show pen another gay, I leave you in awe This array could bust an orchestra Im the maestro, my symphony cant cease Too damn hype! bang when the mics my piece Chorus Нравится песня? 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