1.I'm Drinkin' Milk Now
Yeah, 1994
Maestro fresh wes
It's fresh wes y'all
I'm drinkin' milk now
I'm drinkin' milk y'all
I'm drinkin' milk now
First i learn to crawl, then i learn to walk
Then i learn to talk, then i learn to rhyme
Suckers try to hock my lines
But i'mma serve ya
On the microphone i murder
Killing chump rappers
Since the days of eating gerber's baby food
The crazy dude with the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic just like a magnum
Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling
Wes, you was hitting skins as a baby
Yeah true but i was fingering
Yeah, check out shorty in the diapers
They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers
Grown-ups knew that i be wealthy
They used to say
'that baby boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy'
I worte creazy rhymes to the beat
Had the, freedom of speach
But i still couldn't reach, the tall glass of milk
On the table, my lyrics were stable
But still i wasn't able to get it
I didn't sweat it, i paid it no mind
I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime
Now i'm hoping for the day to come
So i can hear my dukes say, 'wesley you son of a gun'
Chorus x2
No time for chilling black
I wrote a killa rap, made an illa track
Knocking back the similack
Graduated from the formula, i had a scheme
Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend
But still i had to play cool, couldn't play a fool
So many mcs, are dropping out of pre-school
To get a record deal, forget it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money fall off？
Got lost in the shuffle
Ho thought he was a prankster
Every chick he'd meet he romanced her
Acting like a private dancer
But the music industry hobbes, is serious as cancer
No place for a rapper, that still wearing papmpers
Even if you're signed, you'll still got to struggle
And making fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle
So props to the brother that made the soul clap
Becuase my labels gave me flack money had my back
Forget the pacifier and your beachnut
Came out with three cuts
Now everybody's on these nuts
I got another rhyme, won't you check it
So fine tune the mic, engineer and i'mma wreck it
Chorus x3
You know you got to go for self, support yourself
Like krs said, you got to promote yourself
That's a fact not a fable, (word)
Get out the cradle
Or you'll be grippling with your record label
No time to play clown, if you want to stay around
Learn the business, and this ain't a playground
No time for dr. suess, or mother goose
You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get loose
Just a piece of advice, now go your own path
And that allowance that you're getting money ain't gonna last
(what's this？) another fat beat that i build
You know it took a long time
But the borther's drinking milk
Chorus x4
Yeah, going out to diggin' in the crates, main source
We out
2.Check My Vernacular
My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee
My cometition are wishing that killing me
For my similies and solioquies
They garbage, but i'm the largest
With the hardest style to disregard
Check your cartridge, on your tech-niques
Wes speaks, over the best beats
Fresh until the next week
I'm outlandish, i bandage the mic bringing anguish
I'm sturdy when doing the dirty language
And, it's time for me to raise my velocity
No animosity, my philosophy's a prophecy
Hipocracy, no that's the cameleon
How old are you evein(？), they rhyming like comedians
They make me laugh because they styles are scrupulous
My body is my temple, my brain is my nucleus
A great exapmle of allah's perfection
You're moving to the sounds of my fat selection
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an acura
Yo, check my vernacular
You need to devote more...
Time into rhyming if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore
Creating a style and grow with it
Be prolific don't solicit
Be scientific, if it's wack go visit
The department of labour, the harder flavour
You can't savour, do rap a favour be a waver
In the front row, where the stunts go
'cause the chumps know you can't flow
Plus, you're too gun ho
My rhymes are bionic, far from demonic
My phonics are supersonic, you're embryonic
I spray you like insecticide or pesticide
Let's decide the best vibe for wes to ride
Cool, time for me to synchronize bass and highs (for my
enterprise)
I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an acura
Yo, check my vernacular
Break it down
I'm smoother than the philharmonics with my killer phonics
And melodic, shit i'm fucking iller than a fill of chornic
On the streets i'm known, i use a sheet to bone
On the sneak, dominique simone
Thicker than hagan dasz, bitches stop and pause
Niggas stocking yards, pass me cars, i'm knocking jaws
Biter flee, recognizing me
Wrecking title gee, 'cause inside of me is like hepatitis b
I'm a whirlwind, fireballs i'm hurling and swirling
No discussion, i'm crushing walls of berlin
Seen many thesauruses, pleny clitoruses
Ready to score with this, huh, packing punch like terry norrises
3.Pray To Da East
Pray to the east, pray to the east...
Yeah
I got my man in the studio
One of the illest mc's in the world
Rhyme inspector percee p
Kick some flavor for 94, baby
Pray to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around, nigga, pray to the east ( 2x )
Your skills lack while i'm still strapped
With real raps, and feel that i should kill wack
Niggas that peel caps and that ill crap
Bigger threat than you with your tec when i rip the set
Niggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck
Watch ya chin, nigga, ho-chi-min when i rock my shit
When it comes to props i get lots of it
I can get madonna, money, your threats are minor
And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama
Drippin with my cassette behind her
Got more band trail than your hand's sellin
Fans scalin, jam railin like it's van halen
Skills scored high on billboards, i kill frauds
Get real applausesteal broads' hearts at will force
Hate a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to god
Don't say a hard verse worse than a plate of lard
Percee p wanted for first degree
Murder, since you heard it first from me, you worshipped me
Fuckin threat, you heard nothin yet
No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or
upper-jet
Mastered art, yo, when i flow something drastic starts
Speed up a bastard's heart, great like jurassic park
I cut you up like a sharp machete blade
Swear to god, only card you can pull if it's medicaid
Done with all this gun shit, fuck who you run with, son split
The only thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas compell to bite
I swell the mic when i like, fatter than cellulite
I injure ears of engineers, sendin em into cheers
Bringin my peers into tears, don't interfere
Critics know i pack a wicked blow
I put you in a clinic, so forget it like riddick bowe
Nigga, go to hell, i flow so well
Find another brother or mother or hoe to tell
Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna sell？ very well
I send you back because you bring the wack
I'm into rap, i interact with empty tracks
Locked in, wack muthafuckas are blockin
The top 10 while the black radio jocks spin
The calmer vibe, the modified
I like the harder side, jeffrey dahmer tried, but died
More words than a hour of scrabble, i got the power to battle
Skadaddle or get devoured like the tower of babel
Adversaries are snotty, some compare me to gotti
I bury a body, then carry a shotie
The maestro rips the psycho shit
Brain like a microchip, and i'ma excite you with
The smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to prison
Who choose to listen while i use my u-4 missiles
Collectin the pesos from a stage show
Gettin fellatio from a h-o (why) because i say so
My ratio expands as i wreck lands
Makin def jams like redman and x clan
I'ma nail the genitalia from australia to somalia
Cause i'm smooth, just like a sailor
I damage em all, bitches give me casual calls
I'm slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls
Drums are fat over funky tracks
Like perce every verse could make your lung collapse
I'm extra-nice, who's next to slice？
Before you step to mics, nigga, check with christ
You better
Pray to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around nigga pray to the east...
4.Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn
Chours：
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock
To the beat that i drop when i flip my hip-hop
Put this in yo' collection
Fresh wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn
I'm coming straight out of canada
Far from an amateur
Lt's my dj, flex is my manager
I flow so nice so they're calling me the maestro
Just pass the microphone
Fuck the light show
Real rap is in effect
And i'm out to get wrecked on the mic-mec
When i make a mic-check
Not on the sloppy tip
I'm harder than a hockey stick
Exciting niggas like italian's in a rocky flick
Adrian
Watch me flow slow or flow fast
I'll even make a spanish brother say no mass
I'm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
Hold your smoking ass cheap shit, it'll eventually catch up to
you
I can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspire
She's on my back like my name's jacobey and myer,
(what's your name？)
It's fresh-wes with the sweeter beats
I make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of
wheat
Chorus
I got more rhymes than brits in a cathedral
My cerebral is lethal
Nobody's equal, my people
Wanna hear a funky new style so get with it
No dibby-dibby-dibby mc's are permitted
I'm wrecking it good
(what else)
Collecting, injecting, and checking it good
(where？)
Lake edna or your neck of the woods
I'm getting more blow than chuck mangeony
Not a phony
But joanie wanted me for holy matrimony
Girls like my flavor cause i jam harder
Let's have a nice quiet date
You, me, and my camcorder
It's like a power-burst, i'm more than just an hours worth
I get down and dirty, but uh honey
Take a shower first
You can't tell me that the bro's soft,
I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes
off
But that's a different chapter
I've even got more rhymes than there's groupies of jack the
rapper,
On the microphone i slice you and make you say
(i knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)
Now is the apocolypse
Mc's are clocking this
They say they got skills but all i'm seeing is a flock of lips
Acapella, or over a drum track
I'm funkier than a group of jamacians after sun splash
Chorus
The word maestro is teacher in italiano
I'm from toronto, causing drama on the the verazono
So come and check a real pro
Grab the peice of steal, yo
I make a black activist say
(yes, that's my neigro)
When i said the mic's my peice i really meant it
So just like the blue jays, i'm out to win the pennant
So sucker chill, 'cause every head i struck i killed
Oh, i don't know, is it just me, or am i really that fucking ill
Chorus
5.Mic Mechanism
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
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
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)＜-showbiz？
That's what they all say, after i slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but i'm a giant like my brohter dre
The way i rock around ya, you want to shift to this
Light a spliff to this, and like jehovah witnesses
Knock on my door, beggin for more
Of my verbal acrobatics and my metaphor
I make the ghetto raw, i ain't new to this
And when i see a fat gluteus i'm studious
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the rhythmn
Kicking mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)
Chorus
It's a protege of poetry, you it's me
Your hoes are be saying, 'please stay'
But is it jodeci？ no you see
It's funky fresh wes with the riddle
Like robin givens skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always serious as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, i never was a break (dancer)
I'll enhance the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in effect
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the river
'cause when i flow, lyrics i deliver
I give ya my flavour, when i terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, your shit don'e even qualify
(so stand back and watch the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, just like a strike
＞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
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
6.Makin' Records
Yeah, yeah yeah. i got my man in the studio, mac. what's going
on money？
thinking, you
Go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what i'm saying.
that's all
I'm saying. you get your porps an dloot the whole nine. word
(word). i
Think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what
i'm saying.
Chorus x4
Everyday i wake up, i thank god
'cause i never had to kill, never had to rob
Always had a job
The industry's hard, full of frauds
But i never pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake hobbes
That's the breaks
You wanna make a record, check it
You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit
'cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'cause labels have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula
Snatch your acura
And all the bitches you wanted
Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere
Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better strate-gy
Can't you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see
Takes more than a dope lp to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, you're going too fast
You're choking your promotional staff, ain't no knowing the half
They look and they laugh, and take time off
Cut ya off, no loss you're just a write off
Now you're feeling neglected and rejected
Check it, it's all about makin' records
Chorus x2
You want to see pandemonia rip
Well you're melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like appleonia(？) six
Having the hoes on your jock
A smooth individual, your videos on yo! and the box
Collecting your props, you think you're getting your nots
Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya
pops
Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell
I'm telling them facts, black be clever you better rebel
You're outta here like flash dance
You and your wack stance
Regroup from your advance, fat chance!
You're say that you're only playing with your soul
You're innovative, but they got creative control
You're a puppet on a string, ain't got a fucking thing
You can sing so they cling, 'cause they know thay going to bring
Money with your rhyme but you're def dumb and blind
Don't waste time nigger, sign that dotted line
Chorus x4
Now in the studio, you got the stupid flow
It doesn't matter tho, it's who you know
You think you got it bad, girls got it the harder way
Labels love to see a black woman in lingerie
What's a broad to say when a label say we'll make you millions
Buy clothes for your children, you know she hit the ceiling
They sing for me, we'll bring you g's
But injuries in the industry, could come instantly
I see the way they make a g a day, but what a fee to pay
Throwing and showing your t and a
You're taking a blow, your ass you shake it to show
Is raking the dough, but they played you and make you a ho
You're a piece of meat, between the sheets
'nuff brothers seek to reach you, to freak or so to speak
Your moms can't believe this, her daughter showing cleavage
She's speachless, and says oh help me sweet jesus
Exposing the punanny, just to win a grammy
But when that ass is flabby, you gone, word to daddy
Stop the degradation you're facing
This information i'm raising to the queens of my nation
The shit can't prolong, goes strong
And when you sing a slow song (baby keep your clothes on)
Times are hard, many hearts are broken
Some start to smoke, farrakhan ain't joking
When he said we're being setup
So black men and women keep your head up
When you're makin' records
Chorus x4
Outro - farrakhan sample
'the greatest musicians, the greatest rap stars. the greatest
black
Artists, are sitting here today. but i want you to know, you're
being
Setup. by the smarter that is coming down.'
7.Fine Tune Da Mic
Chorus x2
So here i come (ha), so here i go (yo)
And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother show
I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know i'm far from
running
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know it's stunning
I'm coming, i came, i'm only here to damage ya
I left my city and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low
And show's got a flow, a combo with maestro
Fresh wes, i never fess, big up to diamond d
A.g. and my partner lord finesse, can't forget buckwild
People know my style, don't play me like a child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone
The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e
The trump can't see me
Lick for lick, i change cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks
So don't try to play big willie
I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill
And make the chump feel silly, huh
You can't understand where my head's at
While i made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not flat
And punks couldn't take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause i made soul clap
I guess it's like that when you got a little stack
Chorus x2
Well i'm crushing, blood starts gushing when i'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is like startsky and hutchin
Not a plumber but i'm guarenteed to fix farrah's faucet
No i never ever lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, i'll role you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover
Like j. degar hoover, i make a ？？？ manouver
Ain't no lookin back, i throw a jam at the sugar shack
And i can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker back
I'm getting 'nuff props like black moon, i never wrote a wack
tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom
Live like a wire, mc for hire
Rapper all admire, but retire, when i ahnil-
Late, deducts, and take da bucks
Who the hell needs luck, i got it made and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow
Makes you want to hear it, so don't compare it
You can't come near it, i know you fear it
You want to jeer it in the front row
'cause you know me and show can flow
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow
We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism
Chorus x4
Yeah, that's how we doing it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate
Farly flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we swing it in the studio
Word up fresh wes, 1994
I'm blowing up uhh
I'm blowing up yeah
Yeah
I can't forget my man chris
My man mac behind the fat tracks
And my man show b-i-z
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out
8.Brown Sugar
(sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x )
It's like a hot fudge drippin down
Drippin down, drippin
You got me trippin
I'm almost slippin
Genuine, one of a kind
Brown
(sugar, sugar, sugar)
As i walk into the room, it's easy to assume
A brother like me loves the girls with a boom
Coolin with my fellas, talkin how we makin ends
Walkin through the 'valley of the skins' like my nigga trendz
Seen a hot dame, i had to kick game
Not a regular type of hottie i be seein on the train
Voluptous, i was presumtuous
So i had to step up, step up, step up to this
She said, 'you can't handle this
I'm livin far from scandalous
I don't drink beers, don't smoke cannabis
Don't need a man for shit
I'm an independent chick
Salt-n-pepa type of heffa, yeah, i'm on my own dick
Never actin pompous, i'm strictly conscious
Got goals in life that i'm tryin to accomplish
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's brown and my last name is sugar'
You shoulda seen it, hops, she raised my eyebrows
The way the titties went bang and that ass went pow
She said, 'my hair's always done, nails always polished
Got knowledge, plus i go to a all-girl college'
I had to step in and started tellin her
'baby look, all-girl college pussy ain't no better than the
regular'
( laughter ) she started laughin and said i was cute
But i ain't cute, you're cute with that skin-tight suit
You see what i'm sayin, i wasn't sweatin her
But my game was on point cause i was gettin her
Wettin her, lettin her
Check me out with her retina
Scopin that ass just like a predator
She said, 'wes, you're a real cool brother
Damn, why didn't i met you earlier this summer？'
I asked why, she said, 'you got mad flavs
But i'm goin back to college and i leave in two days
But don't get me wrong, word to my moms
I'll be back for thanksgiving, so you know i put you on'
You know i had a front like i was chillin
But deep down inside 'let's hit in now, money, fuck
thanksgiving'
I said, 'baby doll, don't play
You know a brother like me gives thanks every day'
She said, 'don't even try it, i'm far from a hooker
My first name's brown and my last name is sugar
No additives, no preservatives
Strictly
(sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(sugar, sugar, sugar)
No saccharin, no equal or sequel
(sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(sugar, sugar, sugar)
That's right
She said, 'wes, don't look at me as just sexual
I mean, i know i look good, but shit, i'm also intellectual
I caught ya peepin my behind
But we got so much in common, let our minds intwine'
'i hear what you're sayin,' is what i told her
'and it seems like you got a good head on your shoulders
And yeah, i must admit that your style's slick
But fuck that janet-jackson-let's-wait-a-while shit'
She said, 'the more we talk, the more i'm with this
But don't get me mixed up with all these other bitches
I just met you, i ain't with it, but i'll admit it
When i come back i might let you hit it
I can't play myself and look soft
Cause in 1994 you know i'm comin off
I got my act down pat, proud of bein black
Don't need a nigga for jack, and my pockets stay fat
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's brown and my last name's sugar'
9.How Many Styles
It's the power move (yeah)
It's the power move (yeah)
Peace to the power move (yeah)
It's the master plan (word)
Peace
To the master plan (yeah)
1994 baby, the maestro wild like a psycho
That's how we do
It goes in with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the wack
You niggas can't rap, so i want my money back
Can you dig it？ (i can dig it), can you dig it？ (i can dig it)
In with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the wack
You niggas can't rap, so i want my money back
Can you dig it？ (i can dig it), can you dig it？ (i can dig it)
Yo, i 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 blows, niggas want to quit
Wash my nuts and my windows
I'm on your tape decks, rhyming to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can bite me with a latex
Because when i'm rhyming, heads are declining
Like brian mulroney, niggas are resigning
Competition ain't in front of me
Maestro where'd you get all thses dope rhymes from？
I don't know, they just come to me
You fucking with a crazy brother
I don't kiss and tell, but i know your baby mother
I ain't bullshitting
Mmm, why 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 cadillac, cut like a battle axe
I got crazy freaks, wash from bc to halifax
Yeah, now the maest is known
This beats alright, but now i thknk i want a xylophone
With my cipher grown, many mics are blown
You're in the maestro zone
Now i gotta flow, hurdle any obstacle
Rhyme to show, and 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
Yes, my peeps from 1-6-2
I met her last summer on jamaica avenue
Now every beat i made is a hit
But tell me, how many styles can one nigga flip？
Yeah, ha ha
Chorus
From the lungs of the maestro, hail 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 god, i'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 me, because 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 bandstand, never met the sandman
Chicks with the big tits give me a gland stand(？)
Older broads want to jock me, elanor from fox wants my rock
Let me stop, and burn styles
Chumps want to turn wild, you say you got dope
But why was your pops jumping turnstiles
You ain't got money ＊laughter＊
I'm so dope, this shit's funny
All my jams is the shits
But tell me how many styles can one nigga flip？
Yeah, 1994 baby
Brother maestro
I want to say what's up to my people, scarborough
Jane the finch, jungle, flemington park, everywhere
You know what i'm saying
Toronto flavour, catching mad wrizzech in efizzect
10.Dat's My Nigga!!
It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
They call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)
It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper
They call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!)
Well it's the fresh w-e to the s brother wes
The style you try to kick is colourless
I got the skills you wish you had
You never had the gift to gab
I'm free base, you're just a seed from a motherfucker nickel bag
I'm casanova, 'cause your wife said i am
I made her hide her wedding band
Say (i can't believe how wet i am)
I gave the balls to lucille, get broke with true shield
I pack blue steel, making crews yield
I'm rocking 'til early morn
I make the real niggas say (rock on, rock on)
That doesn't mean my head's getting bigger
I stay down to earth, so when they see me they say
{yeah dat's my nigga!)
Chorus
I make wack rappers think about retiring
Stop aspiring, you ain't inspiring money, ups is hiring
I got skills, not run of the mill
I mean a bill, hit a phil at the top of the hill
I get props like lionel hampton, city bank of brampton(？)
I live in the bush, but my boom spots are franklin
Although i am canadian, i'll still catch wreck at the paladium
When i possess the microphone like damien, i'm hitting all the
cuties
Give facts of life to blair and t, i make mrs. garrett shake her
booty
Can't you see my style's original (original)
And i'm making the residuals, being an individual
I slam a man, beat niggas up just liek a can of spam
Hoes i undress, pressing breasts like a mammogram
For better sex, yo i'm liver than memorex
Single, but i'm out to change them all to demorex
That's right i'm metaphorical
But i'm on my own dick so i'm uncategorical
I can't stand imitators
Like my nigga big l, i'm only rolling with orginators
You like my flow, so i figured
So when i say fresh wes you say (dat's my nigga!)
Chorus x2
I'm easy like a spliff, i shoot the gift to jimmy cliff
A jimmy mcgriff riff i'm swift when i shift
My rap files scares away all the wack styles
When i die scientists will put my brain in a crack vial
And smoke my brain cells for answers
Looking for the cures for aids and even cancer
Scoliosis, chronic halitosis, supercalifragilisticexpialiosis
Like moses i seperate seas, i navigate these mc's 3-60 degrees
Celsius or farenheit, the microphone i carry right
Fuck lois lane keep on passing me to karyn white
It's fresh wes with the brown complexion
Like perce, every verse gets the rhyme inspection
I scrutinize to the bone marrow, sharper than an arrow
Mighty like sparrow, the super hero
Bitches on my jimmy because i'm liver than liver
My butt hits bush, like anhieser 'cause i'm wiser
It's the blackened nova, stunts be sleeping on my sofa
I'm dope and taking over, killing niggas like a pw bolter(？)
The bad motherfucker named fresh w-e uhh s is in effect
With crazy rhymes of spontaneity
I ain't a pimp but thses hookers keep on paying me
Nor am i a blair underwood figure
But bitches still say (fuck that shit dat's my nigga!)
Chorus x2
Yeah big up to my man storm
My nigga venom 'casue he know this ain't no demo
My cousin the pope, darius
Dj ltd, showbiz, mvp
Exhibit fdr k-def don't play y'all
I'm out
11.Higher Level
Yeah, going out to all my peoples, you know what i'm saying
Now move to a higher level, i'm sprint
First i inhale, then i exhale allah's name
You never see me pointing to the next male
Never seen me judge my cuz, i'd rthter show love
'cause poverty's got a grudge and the grudge won't budge
But nigga's gotta do what a nigga's gotta do
What's nigga gotta do to make dough and watch the zeros grow
I'm working hard, i make a beat i make a rhyme
Trying to make a dime, black man change your state of mind
Peace! to pe, bdp and x-clan when i give a pound
It's never with my left hand
Styles are living long, you know my word is bond
'cause my rhymes are cock strong
Like the fruit of islam, word to god yo
Times is hard yo
I'm just a regular brother coming straight out of scarborough
Fresh wes'll never perpetrate and be a gun man
That shit'll be funny like aaron hall catching a suntan
I just be myself, maintain my health
Concetrate on my wealth, 'cause you know i go for delf
G-o-d's the only one who dictates
And before i plant seeds you know i got to get my shit straihgt
Concrete jungle's could trample
A little nigga without a father figure, or an example to follow
Young minds are getting swallowed by the devil
We got to help the youth, elevate to a higher level
No shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind, no shackles on
my mind
I ain't blind, i know the time
No shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind, no shackles on
my mind
I ain't blind, i know the time
Check it
I made a record hitting hard like a wall
I say without togetherness we got nothing at all
Progess will stall, the blackman will fall
And if you don't believe me, check the final call
I'm getting bolder 'cause i'm getting older
Some say i told ya, i known he had a chip on his shoulder
Nah, i love my people like a passion
Give me the opportunity, i write about unity
The community will prosper, or should i say grow
When brothers and sisters know the right way to go
I make beats and i'm all about peace
Refuge is what i seek from anxiety and grief
My mind stays focused, my vision stays clear
I concentrate on my career, successs is near when i say my
prayers
I take a deep breath, i'm tired of being oppressed
I always try my best, fresh wes won't stress
I'm sharper than a shank, rhyme's heavy like a tank
I want to put my money in a blackman's bank
Point blank, i even met queen elizabeth
(you didn't bow did you maestro？)
Money don't be ridiculous
That's some silly shit, you know she ain't significant
I only got to bow to allah the magnificant
Through bass and treble, i never back peddle
Side step the devil and move to a higher level
'we be living in darkness' x3
12.Bring It On(Remix)
My poetry is black like jesus
You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes
Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems
You're faker than a hoe with titties filled with silicone (uh
huh)
Well i'm a glock and you're a slingshot
When i'm done you'll want to quit, you want to fling rock
Well, i'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like orson, scortching on the porchin'
Of course i'm forced to like my man shawn morrison
Here's a small portion with no distortion
But niggas always on my fucking dick like foreskin
They want to swallow my gism (yeah)
They must be on a mission (uh huh)
I need a circumcision on the mic mechanism
Maestro's the true boss, you and your crew lost
Before you fuck around you better fuck with blue cross
I'm leaving dumb niggas homeless, domeless
I'm proneless, so don't try to clone this
Style or procedure, because i ain't even trained(？) yet
I bank a check with attitude like antoinette
I'm still smoking whether i open or close the shoews
Like shabba ranks, i got trailer loads of hoes (ahh yeah)
The mega don, everywhere i get it on
I fucked every colour, now they call me benetton
Black and the white, red and the bronze, even a chinese ying
All kinds of skins, man i shine like a diamond ring
You feel around i'm the man with the meanest song
Not a new jack but i got more dope than nino brown
'cause i'm a striver, a hip hop survivor
Me and the microphone is like my nuts and your saliva
Yeah, fresh wes swinging along, showbiz is on the remix
I'm bringing it on
Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all)
I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all)
I'm fresh wes y'all (fresh wes y'all)
I'm going to bring it on (bring it on)
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
I got flesh y'all (flesh y'all)
I'm fresh wes y'all (fresh wes y'all)
I'm going to bring it on (bring it on)
Yo make way
Make a, make a, make a, make away
Fresh wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way
From the rags to the riches
I'm giving bitches different strokes like todd bridges
Mister maest, they cast me out, how ya like me now
You want to raise your eye brow
Then you want to bow, 'cause you're awning my phonics
Shines like a comet, more dope than hydroponics (ahh yeah)
Guys are on it, girls be on my pubics
For two licks, i check my pharmacutics (do this)
You want to know who's the newest
With the blues like hill street, or more news than huey lewis
Like boy blue blew all day, enough of these curds and whey
Well this nigga don't play
Do yourself a favour and don't fuck with wesley
And save that 'i gotta have it' shit for pepsi
I break like gretzky, the mic ain't wayne's world
My rhymes guarenteed to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah)
So don't front, just applause it
Like michael j, said 'put that dibby dibby shit in the closet'
With a chimpanzee and a rhino
If my dick was alcohol all you kids would be winos (ohh yeah)
Because you love my condution
I don't mind of you suck it, just ease up on the suciton
While you're down there, hum on my left one
Make my right one jealous, fresh wes is the best one
But don't be greedy share the rest with the class
Like gangstarr said, 'just take two pulls then pass'
Yeah, fresh wes is just swinging along
Showbiz in on the remix, i'm bringing it on
Chorus
You wack mc's is like a case of clamydia
It's one big pain in the ass to get rid of ya
When i hit the scene i'm more brutal than rikers
Killing motherfuckers like i'm chilling with strikers
Time to let a trend setter, smooth like amaretta
With a vendetta and a go getter, with a better metaphor
Kick, oh flip, when i flow quick they forfeit
They so shit (oh yeah)
I make the fatter profits with the badder topics
I cant' stop it, what i drop is catastrophic
Good grief, why you trying to beef geef
Is that your face or does your ass got teeth (oooo)
Don't try bombing me, harming the economy
'cause this nigga is a don like sean connery
I got the bad bitches want to have sex, uh
I gas them like exxon, then i put the next on
Everybody knows mr. maest raps steady
Before stepping to me get an ice pack ready
Yeah, i'm getting sick and tired of the fuckery
After this jam, all ya niggas will be sucking me
Oh yeah, ot goes down like that
Word up, fresh wes bringing it on
Show b-i-z on the remix
As we flow on 1992-93 and beyond
Word up as we kick the flavour
I'm out
13.Make It For The Ruff(Bonus)
Naaah, dis kid can't be from canada？!!
We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff
We make it for the people that can never get enough
We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff
We make it for the people that can never get enough
Everybody go side to side, and glide to the vibe
Turn yourself around and make your backbone slide
Lt drops the needle on the plastic
Things are getting kind of drastic
But i want to make a mill, so i can't stay still
I got to write a classic
No need to ask if the radio's gonna blast it
Listen to the brass, whip a kick a fram
'til the lamb to the other lamb, now you're spastic
I've never made a movie in my life
But if wesley snipe, he guarentee to take your life
On the mic mech i'm rifling, suckers i be stifling
You gonharea, i'm tetracycline
I ain't a stud but the hotties at the club whistle
Never dropped a dud, blood drizzles like a scud missle
'cause on the scene i'm much meaner (yeah)
And i'm about to blow the fuck up like hiroshima
I want to see the party peple move to the rhythmn
As i kick flavs on the mic mechanism
Show's beats are crisp and i flip the script
It's going to go like this
Chorus
It's the return of the sperm donor
And the owner of the boner diploma
Fresh wes is taking over
I can't sing like boyz ii men or jodeci
But women take a shower when they get off the phone with me
I stalk skins and then i rock skins on box springs
They clinging my ding-a-ling-a-linging for offspring
But they don't understand me, i got to see the ramsey
Before i see the bamsey, but that's still besides the point
All i really want to do is rock the joint
Beacuse i'm big and i'm bad, it's too easy for a nigga to brag
So what i try to do is toss a little zig and a zag and zig again
Just like my nigga jimmy king of michigan
I'm dropping punks like dominoes
Even your pops will say (fresh wes is phenomenal)
See, i even got your dad on the rhythmn
As i kick flavs on the mic mechanism
Show's beats are crisp and i flip the script
It's going to go like this
Chorus x2
(we love you maestro)
Yeah, that's what my fans will shout
But don't sweat my dick yet, wait 'til my album's out
'cause there's more up my sleave
And like mobb deep said (it's the flav for the non-believe)
I steal the show like a larsonist
Smoke the microphone like an arsonist
Don't ask me if i'm fresh, 'cause it's obvious
So just applause to this, defness
Because you know freshness is next to godliness
Maestro is a lander, a commander
When the microphone's in my hand it is panda-
Monium on a podium, i'm showing, blowing them up
Like i'm sodium nitrate, as i shake the auditorium
So just move to the rhythmn
As i kick flavs on the mic mechanism
Show's beats are crisp and i flip the script
It's going to go like this
Chorus x2
Yeah, going out to farley flex, maximum definitive
You know what i'm saying
Raggamuffin rascalz, the funky migraine making it for the ruff
yo
Ltd makes it for the ruff
Exhibit fdrk is making it for the ruff
Lord finesse is making it for the ruff
My man perfection
Showbix and ag are definitely making it for the ruff
And in case you don't know by now the maestro fresh wes
Is making it for the ruff, yo
'93 blowing up like the world trade center
I'm out
14.'dat's My Nigga!! '
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