Fine Tune Da Mic - текст песни
Fine Tune Da Mic
Chorus x2
[maestro] fine tune da mic
[showbiz] engineer won’t you check it
[maestro] it’s the brother maestro
[showbiz] and showbiz is going to wreck it
[showbiz]
So here I come (ha)so here I go (yo)
And when you hear (huh)you know it’s brother show
I like to rock a hundred milesbut you know I’m far from running
Listen to the kicks and the snaresyou know it’s stunning
I’m comingI cameI’m only here to damage ya
I left my city and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low
And show’s got a flowa combo with maestro
Fresh wesI never fessbig up to diamond d
A.g. and my partner lord finessecan’t forget buckwild
People know my styledon’t play me like a child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisleof a funeral home
Put two to your domeso pass the microphone
The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3third and a-v-e
The trump can’t see me
Lick for lickI change cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks
So don’t try to play big willie
I’ll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill
And make the chump feel sillyhuh
You can’t understand where my head’s at
While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flatnot flat
And punks couldn’t take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I made soul clap
I guess it’s like that when you got a little stack
Chorus x2
[maestro fresh wes]
Well I’m crushingblood starts gushing when I’m bum rushing
Me and the mic is like startsky and hutchin
Not a plumber but I’m guarenteed to fix farrah’s faucet
No I never ever lost itnow i’mma toss it
Get off iti’mma writeI’ll role you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover
Like j. degar hooverI make a ? ? ? manouver
Ain’t no lookin backI throw a jam at the sugar shack
And I can make the mack sayjack bring my hooker back
I’m getting ’nuff props like black moonI never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom
Live like a wiremc for hire
Rapper all admirebut retirewhen I ahnil-
Latedeductsand take da bucks
Who the hell needs luckI got it made and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyricsmy uncategoricalmetaphorical flow
Makes you want to hear itso don’t compare it
You can’t come near itI know you fear it
You want to jeer it in the front row
’cause you know me and show can flow
We go head to headtoe to toe and blow for blow
We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism
Chorus x4
Outro [maestro fresh wes]
Yeahthat’s how we doing it yo
Big up to my djltd
Loves to devastnever hesitate to motivate
Farly flexrelfexmvp yo
That’s how we swing it in the studio
Word up fresh wes1994
I’m blowing up uhh
I’m blowing up yeah
Yeah
I can’t forget my man chris
My man mac behind the fat tracks
And my man show b-i-z
Aka mr. (f-a-t)we out
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