Let Your Backbone Slide Power Mix lyrics

INTRO

This is a throw-down, a showdown

Hell no, I can`t slow down

It`s gonna go

"Down"

"First Offence,""on the mix"

"Down, go on and break"

"Down"

"O.K. party people in the house"

"May I have your attention please"

"In a moment the beat will be played in many parts"

"Come on and break"

"Many parts, many"

"1", "2", "3"

"Come on and break"



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

This jam is amplified, so just glide (glide)

And let your backbone slide



You listen to every word I say

I every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae

You try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake,

a flag, then I run a post

Toast, I`m the most

D-E-F`s how it goes

No X`s or O`s or tic-tac-toes

LTD knows, this ain`t a game, I`m on a mission

Call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition

I rap just like a slab of clay that`s shapeless

Jeff ain`t no shimmer, no glass is tasteless

A universe without light is lightless

That`s why I always take time to write this

I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin

Could be a rain, or brainstorm, or drizzlin

Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin

Practice make perfect, and I`m powerin, flowerin

My lyrics are awesome

Tunin` from human, bloomin` a blossom

Blowing away blockades and barracades

Make ya black and blue from the blast and the blaze

It`s a bloodsport, bloods builds up back

I make your vision go blurry

while your brain goes black into oblivion

Beats from box to box to bates

Rocks from blocks and blocks

Let your backbone slide



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

Just let it slide y`all, I don`t give a (DAMN! damn)

If ya backbone quiver

Man oh man, watch ya swiver

Wind some twine your spine while your slither

It`s contagious, an epidemic

You try to lift, you`re cool, but it fell again

Rap scholar, soul like a Dominican

But like I said before, I`m not American

It`s who you are, not the way you went

We all originate from the same descent

I make alot of cents, sense, and pence

Gold (gold), myrrh and frakincense

When I`m in France they blow me francs

Frank, with your swiss account is the way I bank-pank

At home, I make bills are brown from my sound

In the states green like the grass in the ground

When I`m in England, they pass me pounds now

I clock cash in every town, so I slide (slide)

But nowadays, I`m trapped

(why`s that?)

So many suckers on my sacroiliac

It`s like a rap-sack, backpack

(wic-wic-whack)

Give me some slack jack

Rap is like a jungle

Where rhyme for rhyme is like a vine to vine

Swung line to line of mine

I`m collossal, you`se a mosquito

I`mma play Tarzan, you play Cheetah

Cheeta, biter, love to forge

Better yet, I`ll call you Curious George

`Cause curiosty cold killed the cat

Can`t hide so black to the side

Let your backbone slide



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

The keyword is synchronism

Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn

And hey, this hey, oh, this ain`t Forte

I`m coming double-f

Fortissamo, F-F for funky fresh

My DJ is LTD, mellow-flex

you listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet

Vocabulary golden, beats from my rollin

Stone cold lyrics with the microphone I`m holdin

Words I rip, egos I strip

I make sucker crews kick, Dick Van Dyke flips

I get busy, they`re dizzy, they start to collide

They should`ve stepped off (stepped off), I let it slide

But now they got brasen, dry like a raisin

I glaze like a vase, I smash you like days

Until they realize, they shouldn`t have ripped

It`s `89, not Beetoven`s fifth or sixth

It`s a throwdown, I`m conducting it

Because like a highrise, I`m constructing it

Was once thoughts, pen, and paper

Now it`s a tower, a soul, a skyscraper

It`s getting out of hand after I`ve created a monster

My musical monologue makes you wanna

Move with the Maestro

You feel hot so you set the blend, the cresendo is nice yo

I`m the guy, the rhythm is a ride (the rhythm is a ride)

To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide



This is a throwdown
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