How Many Styles - текст песни
How Many Styles
Intro [maestro fresh wes]
It’s the power move (yeah)
It’s the power move (yeah)
Peace to the power move (yeah)
It’s the master plan (word)
Peace
To the master plan (yeah)
1994 babythe maestro wild like a psycho
That’s how we do
Chorus [maestro fresh wes]
It goes in with the fatout with the wack
In with the fat out with the wack
You niggas can’t rapso I want my money back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it)can you dig it? (I can dig it)
In with the fatout with the wack
In with the fat out with the wack
You niggas can’t rapso I want my money back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it)can you dig it? (I can dig it)
[maestro fresh wes]
YoI walk tall like hanibal adley
Hit a grand slam like my man don mattingly
Come prepared if you ever try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes coming out my anal cavity
Straight outta scarborough
Ready to swing blowsniggas want to quit
Wash my nuts and my windows
I’m on your tape decksrhyming to my apex
If a nigga don’t like he can bite me with a latex
Because when I’m rhymingheads are declining
Like brian mulroneyniggas are resigning
Competition ain’t in front of me
Maestro where’d you get all thses dope rhymes from?
I don’t knowthey just come to me
You fucking with a crazy brother
I don’t kiss and tellbut I know your baby mother
I ain’t bullshitting
Mmmwhy did gill cook a mean curry chicken
Time for me to get mad check(? )
So wack motherfuckers step to the left
I’m fat like a cadillaccut like a battle axe
I got crazy freakswash from bc to halifax
Yeahnow the maest is known
This beats alrightbut now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my cipher grownmany mics are blown
You’re in the maestro zone
Now I gotta flowhurdle any obstacle
Rhyme to showand clock the dough
So many people try to stop the bro
But I smoke competition like an octago(? )
It’s maestro!fresh w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big jess
Yesmy peeps from 1-6-2
I met her last summer on jamaica avenue
Now every beat I made is a hit
But tell mehow many styles can one nigga flip?
Yeahha ha
Chorus
[maestro fresh wes]
From the lungs of the maestrohail the funk hail the phelgm
Niggas getting grim everytime I begin
To bring the funk to radio stations to bump me
You should have never let my ass into your country
Word to godI’m real hard
I’m even deadlier than tony montana with a green card
Fuck you and your demo tape
Instead of tryin’ to imitate... innovate
I pull the mic but I don’t pull cards
Bust your ass plus julio down by the schoolyard
Don’t try dissing mebecause your style is history
I’m packing more flavour than the kernel’s(sp? ) rotisserie
I injure bone and I injure limbs
I’ve come a long way like virgina slims
I do a show with the bandstandnever met the sandman
Chicks with the big tits give me a gland stand(? )
Older broads want to jock meelanor from fox wants my rock
Let me stopand burn styles
Chumps want to turn wildyou say you got dope
But why was your pops jumping turnstiles
You ain’t got money *laughter*
I’m so dopethis shit’s funny
All my jams is the shits
But tell me how many styles can one nigga flip?
Outro [maestro fresh wes]
Yeah1994 baby
Brother maestro
I want to say what’s up to my peoplescarborough
Jane the finchjungleflemington parkeverywhere
You know what I’m saying
Toronto flavourcatching mad wrizzech in efizzect
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