Let Your Backbone Slide (Power Mix)

INTRO<br>This is a throw-down, a showdown<br>Hell no, I can`t slow down<br>It`s gonna go<br> "Down"<br> "First Offence," "on the mix"<br> "Down, go on and break"<br> "Down"<br> "O.K. party people in the house"<br> "May I have your attention please"<br> "In a moment the beat will be played in many parts"<br> "Come on and break"<br> "Many parts, many"<br> "1", "2", "3"<br> "Come on and break"<br><br>[Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>This jam is amplified, so just glide (glide)<br>And let your backbone slide<br><br>You listen to every word I say<br>I every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae<br>You try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake, <br>a flag, then I run a post<br>Toast, I`m the most<br>D-E-F`s how it goes<br>No X`s or O`s or tic-tac-toes<br>LTD knows, this ain`t a game, I`m on a mission<br>Call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition<br>I rap just like a slab of clay that`s shapeless<br>Jeff ain`t no shimmer, no glass is tasteless<br>A universe without light is lightless<br>That`s why I always take time to write this<br>I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin<br>Could be a rain, or brainstorm, or drizzlin<br>Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin<br>Practice make perfect, and I`m powerin, flowerin<br>My lyrics are awesome<br>Tunin` from human, bloomin` a blossom<br>Blowing away blockades and barracades<br>Make ya black and blue from the blast and the blaze<br>It`s a bloodsport, bloods builds up back<br>I make your vision go blurry <br>while your brain goes black into oblivion<br>Beats from box to box to bates<br>Rocks from blocks and blocks<br>Let your backbone slide<br><br>[Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>Just let it slide y`all, I don`t give a (DAMN! damn)<br>If ya backbone quiver<br>Man oh man, watch ya swiver<br>Wind some twine your spine while your slither<br>It`s contagious, an epidemic<br>You try to lift, you`re cool, but it fell again<br>Rap scholar, soul like a Dominican<br>But like I said before, I`m not American<br>It`s who you are, not the way you went<br>We all originate from the same descent<br>I make alot of cents, sense, and pence<br>Gold (gold), myrrh and frakincense<br>When I`m in France they blow me francs<br>Frank, with your swiss account is the way I bank-pank<br>At home, I make bills are brown from my sound<br>In the states green like the grass in the ground<br>When I`m in England, they pass me pounds now<br>I clock cash in every town, so I slide (slide)<br>But nowadays, I`m trapped<br>(why`s that?)<br>So many suckers on my sacroiliac<br>It`s like a rap-sack, backpack<br>(wic-wic-whack)<br>Give me some slack jack<br>Rap is like a jungle<br>Where rhyme for rhyme is like a vine to vine<br>Swung line to line of mine<br>I`m collossal, you`se a mosquito<br>I`mma play Tarzan, you play Cheetah<br>Cheeta, biter, love to forge<br>Better yet, I`ll call you Curious George<br>`Cause curiosty cold killed the cat<br>Can`t hide so black to the side<br>Let your backbone slide<br><br>[Maestro Fresh Wes]<br>The keyword is synchronism<br>Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn<br>And hey, this hey, oh, this ain`t Forte<br>I`m coming double-f<br>Fortissamo, F-F for funky fresh<br>My DJ is LTD, mellow-flex<br>you listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet<br>Vocabulary golden, beats from my rollin<br>Stone cold lyrics with the microphone I`m holdin<br>Words I rip, egos I strip<br>I make sucker crews kick, Dick Van Dyke flips<br>I get busy, they`re dizzy, they start to collide<br>They should`ve stepped off (stepped off), I let it slide<br>But now they got brasen, dry like a raisin<br>I glaze like a vase, I smash you like days<br>Until they realize, they shouldn`t have ripped<br>It`s `89, not Beetoven`s fifth or sixth<br>It`s a throwdown, I`m conducting it<br>Because like a highrise, I`m constructing it<br>Was once thoughts, pen, and paper<br>Now it`s a tower, a soul, a skyscraper<br>It`s getting out of hand after I`ve created a monster<br>My musical monologue makes you wanna<br>Move with the Maestro<br>You feel hot so you set the blend, the cresendo is nice yo<br>I`m the guy, the rhythm is a ride (the rhythm is a ride)<br>To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide<br><br>This is a throwdown