Maestro Fresh Wes Lyrics
Maestro Fresh Wes Lyrics
"Check My Vernacular Lyrics"
PigMan Lyrics
Beast of greed upon that eye That never raced the winning women Got a problem when I kick my worthless limp Mediocrity will set an ambush High time I sat with my friends And jetro hover cat a bin on CNN Sweet love from between my legs until Some boys com
Beast of greed upon that eye That never raced the winning women Got a problem when I kick my worthless limp Mediocrity will set an ambush High time I sat with my friends And jetro hover cat a bin on CNN Sweet love from between my legs until Some boys com
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee
My cometition are wishing that killing me
For my similies and solioquies
They garbage, but I'm the largest
With the hardest style to disregard
Check your cartridge, on your tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the best beats
Fresh until the next week
I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic bringing anguish
I'm sturdy when doing the dirty language
And, it's time for me to raise my velocity
No animosity, my philosophy's a prophecy
Hipocracy, no that's the cameleon
How old ar
Sick Little Suicide Lyrics
Mark said he could hold his own head up and share his mind with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall. One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros. Still, I don't believe he would take that fall. Those things will put you back some paychecks, set you back about a
e you evein(?), they rhyming like comediansMark said he could hold his own head up and share his mind with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall. One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros. Still, I don't believe he would take that fall. Those things will put you back some paychecks, set you back about a
They make me laugh because they styles are scrupulous
My body is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
A great exapmle of Allah's perfection
You're moving to the sounds of my fat selection
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura
Yo, check my vernacular
You need to devote more...
Time into rhyming if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore
Creating a style and grow with it
Be prolific don't solicit
Be scientific, if it's wack go visit
The department of labour, the harder flavour
Feel the rhythm with your hands Steal the rhythm while you can, Spoonman Speak the rhythm on your own Speak the rhythm all alone, Spoonman Spoonman, come together with your hands Save me, I'm together with your plan Save me All my friends are Indian
In the front row, where the stunts go
'Cause the chumps know you can't flow
Plus, you're too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far from demonic
My phonics are supersonic, you're embryonic
I spray you like insecticide or pesticide
Let's decide the best vibe for Wes to ride
Cool, time for me to synchronize bass and highs (for my enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura
Yo, check my vernacular
Break it down
I'm smoother than the Philharmonics with my killer phonics
She's a friend she's a lover she's a woman she's a wife She's the answer prayer every lonely man dreams of She's a temptress she's a lady she's the mother of my baby And I thank God I'm a lucky man she's loved Sometimes I lie awake and watch her sleeping And I j
On the streets I'm known, I use a sheet to bone
On the sneak, Dominique Simone
Thicker than Hagan Dasz, bitches stop and pause
Niggas stocking yards, pass me cars, I'm knocking jaws
Biter flee, recognizing me
Wrecking title gee, 'cause inside of me is like Hepatitis B
I'm a whirlwind, fireballs I'm hurling and swirling
No discussion, I'm crushing walls of Berlin
Seen many thesauruses, pleny clitoruses
Ready to score with this, huh, packing punch like Terry Norrises