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
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