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Let Your Backbone Slide Lyrics - Singles - Maestro Fresh Wes

This is a throw down, a showdown, hell no, I can't slow down 

It's gonna go down, first offense on the mix down, go on and break down 

Okay, 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, one, two, three, come on and break 

 

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 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, L-T-D 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, 

Champagne no shimmer no glass is tasteless, 

A universe without light is light less 

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 barricades, 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 

 

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 you're slither, 

It's contagious, a epidemic, 

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

Rap scholar, soul like a Dominican 

Butt like I said before, "I'm not American 

It's who you are not the where you went, we all originate from the same descent" 

I make a lot of cents, sense and pence, gold, myrrh and frankincense 

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 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 colossal, you'se a mosquito 

I'mma play Tarzan, you play cheetah, cheetah, bitter love to forge 

Better yet, I'll call you curious George 'cause curiosity cold killed the cat 

Can't hide so black to the side, let your backbone slide 

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