Mic Mechanism Lyrics - Naah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!! - Maestro Fresh Wes

INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes] 

When I'm kicking, the mic mechanism 

Here we go, the mic mechanism 

What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism 

What I'm kicking, the mic mechanism 

CHORUS [D.I.T.C.] 

Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism 

Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism 

Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism 

Fresh Wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism 

[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.) 

Yo 

Fresh Wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch wreck 

Check the way I step to the set, then I gotta jet 

Heck, chicks are getting kind of sexual 

Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle 

Do yourself a favour don't step to the (Fresh guy) 

Like TLC I put my Jimmy in your (left eye) 

Ain't to proud to beg, beg for this 

I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of necks 

Cash a couple of checks, for the rhyme put together with the beat 

(Showbiz) put together for, the streets and the jeeps 

Fresh W-E to the S is (nice yo) 

Don't say my name unless you going to say (Maestro) 

Calling me an amateur I'll damage ya 

Suckers saying (Naaah, dis kid can't be from Canada)From Amtrak, stages are sparked well 

Coaching like Art Shell 

Doper than a South American cartel 

I'm on a mission with my funky compositions 

Kicking mad falour on (the mic mechanism) 

CHORUS 

When I'm kicking the mic mechanism X4 

[Maestro Fresh Wes] (D.I.T.C.) 

I'm not a captain, but chicks like to kneel to feel 

The real steel when I reveal, they say (wheel) 

And they eyes, be on the size gee 

But don't try to milk me, or even homogenize me 

I pasterize trying to skim through my papes I carry thee 

Marry me for my salary, giving up your mammaries (naaah) 

That ain't my type of event, or how my money is spent 

I ain't Babyface payin' no rent 

That's on the corny wack, Brady Bunch 

Leave It To Beaver, Wally tip 

My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing like Marley 

Grip, skip to another Louie or Dewie or Ronnie 

Donnie you're Johnny baby, yo kick that to Tommy 

The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the prize 

So stop the lies, you're wise or you're ostrosize 

Drop your draws, lift the jaws 

Because I'm in effect like Das and DMC, pause 

The style I kick is uncategorical 

You're prehistorical, go check the oracle 

Damn I'm metaphorical 

I'm on a mission with my funky compositions 

Kicking' mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)