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)      Chorus x2      When I'm kicking the mic mechanism x4