Fine Tune Da Mic lyrics

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[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 miles, but you know I`m far from running
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know It`s stunning
I`m coming, I came, I`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 flow, a combo with Maestro
Fresh Wes, I never fess, big up to Diamond D
A.G. and my partner Lord Finesse, can`t forget Buckwild
People know my style, don`t play me like a child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone
The S-H-O-W-B-I-Z from 1-6-3, third and A-V-E
The trump can`t see me
Lick for lick, I 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 silly, huh
You can`t understand where my head`s at
While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not 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

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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
Well I`m crushing, blood 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 it, now I`mma toss it-acap
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