chorus [maestro fresh wes]
it´s the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
they call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat´s my nigga!)
it´s the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
they call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat´s my nigga!)

[maestro fresh wes]
well it´s the fresh w-e to the s brother wes
the style you try to kick is colourless
i got the skills you wish you had
you never had the gift to gab
i´m free base, you´re just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag
i´m casanova, ´cause your wife said i am
i made her hide her wedding band
say (i can´t believe how wet i am)
i gave the balls to lucille, get broke with true shield
i pack blue steel, making crews yield
i´m rocking ´til early morn
i make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on)
that doesn´t mean my head´s getting bigger
i stay down to earth, so when they see me they say
{yeah dat´s my nigga!)

chorus

[maestro fresh wes]
i make wack rappers think about retiring
stop aspiring, you ain´t inspiring money, ups is hiring
i got skills, not run of the mill
i mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill
i get props like lionel hampton, city bank of brampton(?)
i live in the bush, but my boom spots are franklin
although i am canadian, i´ll still catch wreck at the paladium
when i possess the microphone like damien, i´m hitting all the cuties
give facts of life to blair and t, i make mrs. garrett shake her booty
can´t you see my style´s original (original)
and i´m making the residuals, being an individual
i slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of spam
hoes i undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram
for better sex, yo i´m liver than memorex
single, but i´m out to change them all to demorex
that´s right i´m metaphorical
but i´m on my own dick so i´m uncategorical
i can´t stand imitators
like my nigga big l, i´m only rolling with orginators
you like my flow, so i figured
so when i say fresh wes you say (dat´s my nigga!)

chorus x2

[maestro fresh wes]
i´m easy like a spliff, i shoot the gift to jimmy cliff
a jimmy mcgriff riff i´m swift when i shift
my rap files scares away all the wack styles
when i die scientists will put my brain in a crack vial
and smoke my brain cells for answers
looking for the cures for aids and even cancer
scoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosis
like moses i seperate seas, i navigate these mc´s 3-60 degrees
celsius or farenheit, the microphone i carry right
fuck lois lane keep on passing me to karyn white
it´s fresh wes with the brown complexion
like perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection
i scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrow
mighty like sparrow, the super hero
bitches on my jimmy because i´m liver than liver
my butt hits bush, like anhieser ´cause i´m wiser
it´s the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofa
i´m dope and taking over, killing niggas like a pw bolter(?)
the bad motherfucker named fresh w-e uhh s is in effect
with crazy rhymes of spontaneity
i ain´t a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying me
nor am i a blair underwood figure
but bitches still say (fuck that shit dat´s my nigga!)

chorus x2

outro [maestro fresh wes]
yeah big up to my man storm
my nigga venom ´casue he know this ain´t no demo
my cousin the pope, darius
dj ltd, showbiz, mvp
exhibit fdr k-def don´t play y´all
i´m out