Bring İt On (remix)

[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 porchinOf 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