20 Fingers Feat. Roula

20 Fingers Feat. Roula - Lick It lyrics

Intro [maestro fresh wes]

It’s the power move (yeah)

It’s the power move (yeah)

Peace to the power move (yeah)

It’s the master plan (word)


To the master plan (yeah)

1994 babythe maestro wild like a psycho

That’s how we do

Chorus [maestro fresh wes]

It goes in with the fatout with the wack

In with the fat out with the wack

You niggas can’t rapso I want my money back

Can you dig it? (I can dig it)can you dig it? (I can dig it)

In with the fatout with the wack

In with the fat out with the wack

You niggas can’t rapso I want my money back

Can you dig it? (I can dig it)can you dig it? (I can dig it)

[maestro fresh wes]

YoI walk tall like hanibal adley

Hit a grand slam like my man don mattingly

Come prepared if you ever try to battle me (why)

I got rhymes coming out my anal cavity

Straight outta scarborough

Ready to swing blowsniggas want to quit

Wash my nuts and my windows

I’m on your tape decksrhyming to my apex

If a nigga don’t like he can bite me with a latex

Because when I’m rhymingheads are declining

Like brian mulroneyniggas are resigning

Competition ain’t in front of me

Maestro where’d you get all thses dope rhymes from?

I don’t knowthey just come to me

You fucking with a crazy brother

I don’t kiss and tellbut I know your baby mother

I ain’t bullshitting

Mmmwhy did gill cook a mean curry chicken

Time for me to get mad check(? )

So wack motherfuckers step to the left

I’m fat like a cadillaccut like a battle axe

I got crazy freakswash from bc to halifax

Yeahnow the maest is known

This beats alrightbut now I thknk I want a xylophone

With my cipher grownmany mics are blown

You’re in the maestro zone

Now I gotta flowhurdle any obstacle

Rhyme to showand clock the dough

So many people try to stop the bro

But I smoke competition like an octago(? )

It’s maestro!fresh w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big jess

Yesmy peeps from 1-6-2

I met her last summer on jamaica avenue

Now every beat I made is a hit

But tell mehow many styles can one nigga flip?

Yeahha ha


[maestro fresh wes]

From the lungs of the maestrohail the funk hail the phelgm

Niggas getting grim everytime I begin

To bring the funk to radio stations to bump me

You should have never let my ass into your country

Word to godI’m real hard

I’m even deadlier than tony montana with a green card

Fuck you and your demo tape

Instead of tryin’ to imitate... innovate

I pull the mic but I don’t pull cards

Bust your ass plus julio down by the schoolyard

Don’t try dissing mebecause your style is history

I’m packing more flavour than the kernel’s(sp? ) rotisserie

I injure bone and I injure limbs

I’ve come a long way like virgina slims

I do a show with the bandstandnever met the sandman

Chicks with the big tits give me a gland stand(? )

Older broads want to jock meelanor from fox wants my rock

Let me stopand burn styles

Chumps want to turn wildyou say you got dope

But why was your pops jumping turnstiles

You ain’t got money *laughter*

I’m so dopethis shit’s funny

All my jams is the shits

But tell me how many styles can one nigga flip?

Outro [maestro fresh wes]

Yeah1994 baby

Brother maestro

I want to say what’s up to my peoplescarborough

Jane the finchjungleflemington parkeverywhere

You know what I’m saying

Toronto flavourcatching mad wrizzech in efizzect

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