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Maestro Fresh Wes Miscellaneous Let Your Backbone Slide Intro: This is a throw-down, a show-down hell no, I can't slow down It's gonna go Verse One: This jam is amplified, so just glide, and let your backbone slide you listen to every word I say I every verb you heard I play snaps your vertabre 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 I know glass is tasteless I unviverse without light is lightless that's why I always take time to right this I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin could be a rain, a brainstorm, or drizzlin sun could be shining, sun could be showerin prabtismic's verb, 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 blue while your brain goes black into oblivion beats from box to box to bates rocks from blocks and blocks let your backbone slide Verse Two: just let it slide, y'all I don't give a damn if ya backbone quiver man oh man, why'd ya swiver wind some twine your spine while your slither it's contagious, an epidemic you try to lift, you're cool, but it feel again or a scholar, sold like a 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), murr and frankencense 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 a 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 collect cash in every town, so I slide (slide) but nowadays, I'm trapped (why's that?) so many suckers on my sac-ro-illeac 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'ma play Tarzan, you play Cheetah cheeta, biter, love to forge better yet, I'll call you Kurious George cause curiosty cold killed the cat can't hide so blind to the side let your backbone slide Verse Three: the keyword is synchronism yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythym and hey, this hey, oh, this hey I'm coming double-f fortissamo, f-f for funkey fresh my DJ is LTD, mellow-flex you listen to the poetry vocabularly golden, beats from my rollin stone cold lyrics from the microphone I'm holdin words I rip, egos I strip I make sucker cruise kick, kick band I flick I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide they should've stepped of, I let it slide but now they got brasen, dry like a raisin I glaze like a vase, I smash you like daze until they realize, they shouldn't have ripped cause they deny y'all, not be told this is a throwdown, I'm conducting it it's 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 aided a monster my musical mono-louge makes you wanna move with the maestro you feel high so a set, the blend, a presendo is nice yo I'm the guy, the rhythm is a ride to the fresh side, let your backbone slide this is a throwdown |
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