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Let Your Backbone Slide - Lyrics by Maestro Fresh Wes


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This jam is amplified, so just glide, and let your backbone slide
You listen to every word I say
Every verb you heard I play, snaps the vertebrae
You try to cover, a hover me, a roast, I fake a flag then I run a post,toast, I'm the most
D-E-F's how we 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 tic-tac-tition
I rap just like a slab of clay that's shapeless
Chef 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 shinin', sun could be showerin'
Practice makes perfect, I'm powerin', flowerin'
My lyrics are awesome, in tunin' for human', bloomin' an' blossomin'
Blowing away blockades and barricades
Make ya black and blue from the blast to the blaze
It's a bloodsport, but builds our 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
Just let it slide y'all, I don't give a damn (damn) if ya backbone quiver
Man oh man, watch ya swiver
Rhyme some, twine your spine while your slither
It's contagious, a epidemic and
You try to lift your cool, but it fell again
Rap scholar, sold like a deaf again (?)
But like I said before, I'm not American
It's who you are, not where you went
We all originate from the same descent
I make a lot of sense (sense), and pence
Gold (gold), Muir and frankincense
When I'm in France they flow me francs
Frankly 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 on 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 suckas on my sack-ro-iliac
It's like a rap-sack, backpack (wick-wick-wack)
Give me some slack Jack
Rap is like a jungle
We rhyme for rhyme
It's like a vine to vine swung line to line of mine
I'm colossal, you'se a mosquito
I'm a play Tarzan, you play Cheetah
Cheetah, biter, love to forge
Better yet I call you Curious George'
Cuz curiousity cold killed the cat
Can't hide so glide to the side
Let your backbone slide
The key word is synchronism, yo
Check out my homeboy, dance to the rhythm
Hey (hey), this ain't forte
I'm comin' double F, fortissimo, F-F for funky fresh
My DJ is LTD, mellow flex
You listen to the poetry, pick choco-
Jack (?)
Vocabulary gold and beats from my rollin'
Stone cold lyrics with the microphone I'm holdin'
Words I rip, egos I strip
I make sucker cruise kick, kick band I flip
I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide
They should've stepped off, and let it slide
But now they got braisin', dry like a raisin
I glaze like a vase, I smash you like daze
Until they realize they shouldn't have ripped
It's '89 y'all, not Beethoven's fifth or sixth
It's a throwdown, I'm conductin' it
They cause a high rise, I'm constructin' it
It was once a thought, pen and paper
Now it's a tower, a soul, a skyscraper
It's gettin' out of hand, I created a monster
My musical monologue makes you wanna move with the Maestro
You feel high so I set the blend, a crescendo is nice, yo
I'm the guy, the rhythm is a ride to the fresh side
And let your backbone slide
This is a throwdown

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