Bring It On Remix lyrics

[Maestro Fresh Wes]
My poetry is black like Jesus
You niggas can`t see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes
Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems
You`re faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh huh)
Well I`m a glock and you`re a slingshot
When I`m done you`ll want to quit, you want to fling rock
Well, I`ll be cruising by, you`ll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I`m rocking well like Orson, scortching on the porchin`
Of course I`m forced to like my man Shawn Morrison
Here`s a small portion with no distortion
But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin
They want to swallow my gism (yeah)
They must be on a mission (uh huh)
I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism
Maestro`s the true boss, you and your crew lost
Before you fuck around you better fuck with Blue Cross
I`m leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless
I`m proneless, so don`t try to clone this
Style or procedure, because I ain`t even trained(?) yet
I bank a check with attitude like Antoinette
I`m still smoking whether I open or close the shoews
Like Shabba Ranks, I got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah)
The mega don, everywhere I get it on
I fucked every colour, now they call me Benetton
Black and the white, red and the bronze, even a Chinese ying
All kinds of skins, man I shine like a diamond ring
You feel around I`m the man with the meanest song
Not a new jack but I got more dope than Nino Brown
`Cause I`m a striver, a hip hop survivor
Me and the microphone is like my nuts and your saliva
Yeah, Fresh Wes swinging along, Showbiz is on the remix
I`m bringing it on

CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes]
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