Maestro (fresh Wes) Let Your Backbone Slide Lyrics

Let Your Backbone Slide Lyrics

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