1.Drop The Needle
drop the needle
Intro
The maestro
Fresh wes
The symphony
Is in full effect
Let your backbone slide
Let it slip, let the rhythm rip
While my lyrics leave my lips
Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
Watch a brother roamin' on stages
Name rings a bell from state to state
Province to province till you can't escape
It's radius a margin
Bruisin' bargin'
Blowin' away blockades and still chargin'
Up the crowd while the introducer
Says the name they get looser looser
Maestro maestro with magnitude
That's longer than the lines of latitude
Going tropic to tropic
Topic to topic
Yo are you ready for the drop (yeah)
Then drop it
Chorus
'drop the needle' x6
Bust it
'drop the needle'
The needle drops like a pistol pops
Rocks the whole crowd, they can't stop
Ladies wave and rave like slaves
With this sound wave the guys misbehave
I pave a road where the poems explode from
Globe to globe, earlobe to earlobe
Started at zero now they xerox it
Zipcode to zipcode i should ziplock it
They won't stop the chumps they just chop it
Chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it
On the homeplate, and i hate
To hear my rhymes of a different rate
I should ostracize the eyes of spies
And destroy all districs for disguise
Dope
In the form of the highest mind
Of a hip-hop goliath rhymes
Make it easy to cruise
You get bruised if you're not enthused
Silence is lost as the holocaust comes down
When wes goes off on the microphone
Cord or cordless
It don't matter cause i rock the fresh vest
Hiroshima havoc and hurricane
Ltd is on the cut maestro's the name
The needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic
As i watch 'em drip
D draws back the wax like a bow
The bass is the arrow to break bow and arrow and
Blast it, off like a rocket
Again are you ready for the drop
(yeah)
Then drop it
M-a-e-s-t-r-o
Smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow
I'll be smoother
Runnin' like silk
Starin' at the mountains as melodies are built
Like everest i'm ever ready for the crossfade
I have a vest never fest just cascade
I'm a go on i'm a run and i'm a go on
And tell two friends
So on and so on (so on, so on)
I ain't passive
I lamp with the dope state massive
Down with scarborough
Down with the jungle
Down with michee mee
Down with rumble
Down with self defense from flemo
This was a hit before it was a demo
Went to the studio with pete
And anthony to lay down the beats
And now, it's just too damn sweet
I'm the voice in the sonys walking down the street
Drop it
Chorus
(yo maestro, tell 'em what you wear)
'drop the needle'
I wear a black tuxedo
Black tuxedo
Black-black-black (oh my god)
A black tuxedo with the cumberband damn
Talk slang while the ladies hang
Runnin' more hoes than clothes to a pimp
Rhymes so rugged they'll make you limp
Some mc's like to dance all night
But i like the brothers who can rock the mic
With bass and adrenaline big beats but then again
Nowadays most rappers sound feminine
Soft ＊echoed＊
They come off weak and they're so-so
I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo
Thousand pages of poems make the microphone prone to stand alone
A tallahasee lassie asked me
(wes, how can you rap so rough, but yet classy？)
'cause i'm smooth
Making the people move
It's like a cruise when ya take two two-twenty-twos
That's a full forty four times more than a migraine
Unexplained like an unsolved mind game
The mastermind is defined as the maestro
Nitroglycerine sizzlin' hype so
Comin' 'em on with a scent of napalm
Droppin' the bomb as i raise my baton on
And on the dawn
Inject the venom in
Mc's like a late dose of heroin
Cripplin'
Suckers be stagerrin'
I smoke the piece, d does the daggerrin'
On the technics, he'll tomohawk it
Are you ready for the drop (yeah)
Then drop it
Chorus
United states united kingdom
The rhymes i bring them spread like syndromes
T.o. mixed it, new york pressed it
All these def hits you can't test this
Rhyme still buggin' clock 'nuff duckets
No wait yo hold up hold up
Now fuck it
One hour flight and i'm captain
Like jason i'ma take manhattan
Each ceremony and every seminar
On lmr i'm hard, you're gonna get scarred
I run a dead pool every rapper dread this
Boys be pain at the naming of the dead list
Or the red list the blood shed fest
Fist to fist on the mic you're left headless
They broke into the vault like capone
Didn't find jack so they all went home
My vault could never be opened i locked it
Punks be scopin' or hopin' to pop it
'89 is mine you can't stop it
Are you ready for the drop (yeah)
Then drop it
Chorus
Outro
Now freak me
'are you ready'
'hit it maestro' ＜-- scratched by dj ltd
'hit it maestro'
2.Untouchable
'you won the fight so easily' ＜-- announcer
'you won the fight so easily' ＜-- announcer
'is there a challenge out there for you right now？' ＜--
announcer
Well
Lyrically, i am untouchable
Lately, i have put enough of bull
From introduct right through appendix
Saddle and straddle, like the late hendrix
First came hays then came rain
Sucker mcs that play the same game
Lame, name, they should be tame
Bound, gagged, chained even slain
Ripped and stripped, that's what i pray for
This game, use your own brain
Live and rising, but not surprising
Whole of the other years and i'm heisman
Scheming, screaming, you're only dreaming
Say my name in vain, you're blast semem
'do you have an idea about your next opponent？' ＜-- announcer
'just take all comers' ＜-- mike tyson
Just like van halen, i'm wailing scaling
Easy said, but not failing, but bailing
Schoolin', not fallen or foolin'
I play in the after the class i'm just coolin'
Stalking, not walking or talking to you
Or your crew, say boo, i'm just rocking
I'm roaming, not alone in my home
On phone with a fly girl who's moaning, boning
Bubbling, i ain't struggling, cuddling
I'm so fly, homeboy that i'm juggling
Rhyme by rhyme by rhyme i got lyrics
Wes is so def, you left in hystrics
Time, after time you will hear it
Suckers don't jeer it, or come near it
Full flex the rhymasaurus rex
To be def like the fresh, some will go break neck
Becuase i'm wealthy, some will belt me come melt me
Catch you on stage, so help one
I'm a python, when the mic's on a fight on
Write on, like a ninja know tae kwon
Bitch-lips couldn't even talk shit or bust lips
Swift kicks, but i'm only straight lyrics
Day by day by day, i bust it my way
Clowns around the town they hear what i say
Take the rhymes i make and then face straight
Time to take a break i let the beat play
'ooh set 'em up'
'i love these punch shots'
'i love these punch shots'
'hit 'em clean. you can tell he's in pain' ＜-- announcer
'i love these punch shots'
'i love these punch shots'
'hit 'em clean. you can tell he's in pain' ＜-- announcer
'deep, deep down do you consider yourself indestructable？'
'without question, without question'
'deep, deep down do you consider yourself indestructable？'
I am untouchable, here come a mouth full
You ain't a doberman pincher, you're a pitbull
Last straw, get your plug off my drawers
Withdraw, you got lockjaw
Flywieght, you're late wait come get this straight
Don't fuck around with great, you're jailbait
Top notch, boy i'm a sasquatch
In t-o i'm known as a warlock
Breeding, not speeding or needing no coke
But i'm still dope, the noise bleeding on stage
I rock my rhymes and never talk shit
My body's looking fine because i keep fit
Clothes on all the time, no need for that shit
I wanna rock my rhymes and watch the girls strip
Bust it!
'and this fight is over approximently a minute and a half into
round
One...' ＜--announcer
'do you have any idea about your next opponent？' ＜-- announcer
'i don't know. i'll just take all comers' ＜-- mike tyson
'and this fight is over approximently a minute and a half into
round
One...' ＜--announcer
'gone, set 'em up'
Upheaval, like kinevel i'm evil
Your rap is outdated not rated but feeble
I'm an opium, you can't blow me yet i'm dopium
No not a singer but a stinger like scorpion
Kango and i'm raring to tango
I'm to rap like art is to van gogh
Yo man i am a conan
So no man can chill or hang
Unless on my records you gang bang
Maestro, my orchestra is the nitro
Ltd and the crowd loves my intro
Billa, like atilla i killa
A mover of people, no sequel to thriller
Time to end this theme, know what i mean
I burn my green, i put suckers on the guillotine
But some feins still scheme for the means
To touch the untouchable, yo that's a dream
'gone, set 'em up'
'do you have any idea of your next opponent？' ＜-- announcer
3.The Mic's My Piece
＊＊ intro／skit skipped ＊＊
I'm a ruler, that's how i reign
I do to rap what the mona lisa does to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo
I ain't kiddin', they jock my portfolio
Played it wise, hit the studio
Rock international, now they call me julio
Mcs have died, becuase i have killed them
Some older than me but yet children
Some veterans knew the fear
Because rap is not a joke, this game's for real
Sucker boys cuss me, females rush me
When i off the set, my homeboys they touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up like a feast
No need to use an uzi, when the mic's my piece
Chorus
'bang on'
'i'm murdering mc'
'bang on'
'i'm murdering mc'
'bang on'
'i'm murdering mc'
＊＊ scratching by dj ltd ＊＊
Repeat
Some use a uzi, some a machete
You wanna test fresh wes, well i'm ready
The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
The mic that's a trigger ＊bang＊ and i pull it
Too late for prayer, dee is a slayer
Wes rocks the mics like a hoops to isaiah
The player, the pimp that mcs are risking
You'll get decked like clay decked liston
＊bang＊
Where did the punch come from？
Was it before, or after the drum
Ltd will be the referee
Saying 'punk tell me how many fingers you see'
The m-i-c is my p-i-e-c-e
The maestro needs no mc
Like a beast i beat while my rhymes release
I can say ＊bang＊ my mic's my piece
A bag of lsd and my dj does needles
Lyrical dope my group ain't feeble
Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two farenheit
Cold getting paid if you're a parasite
Paraphrase, to parallel you're paralyze
You're paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize
I paragon, the paramont vocabulist
Lyrical ？？？？？？ paragraph can't handle this
Move, you might get mobbed
There's a method ot my madness, don't mock my monologue
I'm like a beast when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(？)
＊bang＊ 'cause my mic's my piece
Chorus
I walk around town looking at these clowns
Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown
I sweat the coloured clown, this is what i mean
I'm not american, my hundred dollar bill ain't green
I'm from north of the border, keep it in order
Beats like the freak from the latin quarter
Though i'm down with the t-o scene
I don't hang with no polo team
No charade, a parade i'm here to envade
X-rate, excess, escalate this escapade
I fancy girl like she don't exist
Exercise the dip, watch the exorcist
Extreme 360, necks will snap
She wrote my rhythmn, received the whiplash
Executed, extracted, she's attracted
To the maestro, uhh, distracted
In distress, she's hyperactive
Be jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid
That's why allow the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph
Every title you held been stripped off
Love torn ego with a busted up lip
When i start firing i never cease
I get hyped, when ＊bang＊ the mic's my piece
Chorus
Yeah
Like franklin, columbo, i'm jumble-la
I can run so low, try to obtain my status
Don't they know how long i've been at this
Call me a new jack, that's a dis
New jacks don't rock like this
That's absurb to me, don't say a word to me
I'm from t-o that's why you dun heard of me
Yesterday, but now you're listening
'cause i'm exploding like nitroglycerine
If i was from new york
I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago
I had to try a little harder than the average
Just to get a break, but now i'm doing damage
Think that you're a star, sorry charlie
Got beef？ talk to farley
'cause what i manifest is a masterpiece
Dope rhymes are released when the mic's my piece
Some carry knives some carry guns
2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one
Looking serious, flexing posing
You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's ＊bang＊ over
You might get shafted
？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？
Too many want to brawl, i think i heard it all
Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball
Some want to party, but some do
I propagate against one of the brothers from my high school
Real sad funeral, ask any pupil
I speak know this before this quadruple
Some minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow
Follow my ？？？？ before you're blunt like pharoah
The mic is my weapon, with it i ain't messing
No half stepping, i'm progressing
Even when i die these lyrics will last
So roll over bethoveen 'cause the b-boy's blastin'
Show pen another gay, i leave you in awe
This array could bust an orchestra
I'm the maestro, my symphony can't cease
Too damn hype! ＊bang＊ when the mic's my piece
Chorus
4.Ltd's On The Wheel(s) Of Fortune(S)
5.I'm Showin' You
I'm showin' you
Simply clean
Chorus
'between a rock and a roll, yibby yibby you' x4
Dope hit after hit, bust lip after lip
Bitch lick after lick, no tricks or horror flicks
No review to see through preview to tease you
You can't leave, you're trapped i seized you
Caught in the rapture capture
Round house in the mouth, your speach i will fracture
Just i got juice, lyricist on the loose
What's this the recruits, regroup
I'm an arch hero rhymes from a barrel
Bust ass like glass to elle fitzgerald
Gazed, amazed, you crazed
Fully fazed and engraved, and i go on for days
I'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
I'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
Moses lead the people 'cause he was choosen
I'm like a sequel, 'cause i'm showin' you
The choreographer of this move, conductor of the dope state
groove
Strapping always rapping like shoes i'm tapping
On the walls i'm slapping
Licking always ticking like my rolex kicking
Stages to stages, i'm sticking mcs because on record they nice
But when you see them in real life they ain't worth the price
Because you bored right out of your skull, you rate zero
'cause your hero is dull
I'll make it easy for you to get into me
I rock the concert hall just like a symphony
That's how it is i was born ready
Just like the bee maestro stay steady
I'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
I'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
Break it down
Chorus
I don't do needles and i never do coke
But i'm a lsd freak, my lyrics are so dope
Tell the folk, my vote no joke and you know it
I'm more than just a rapper, i'm a poet
T-o critics are hard to please
I've witnessed the death of many mcs
Just like birch, i down from the sky
But not me, years ago i made mc cry
But nowadays nobody wants to battle me
They just saddle me, sit back and straddle me
Ask me for forgiveness, i ain't forgetting it
Y'all wrote my rhythmn and now you're bowlegging it
I'm a professional, you're just a novice
Girls love me state to state province to province
Me and my homeboys they just jockin' us
We got variety, hell not monotonous
These are the rhymes you wish you was owning
But '89 is mine 'cause i'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
Aries the ram, i am hot damn
I say man, check my fans in the stands while i slam
Sometime i'm aquarian or sagitarian
Libra me cool, but gemini vegetarian
Super dope step beyond, a capricorn
Too many angles, damn i'm like a pentagon
Devil to death, i'm in depth
Multi-dimensional, more complex than a test
Everynight i rehearse each verse is diverse
If i fuck up you will curse
But if you bite it out first, i was the first
All my reords you thirst
You jabba jaws on my dreaws since the day of my birth
And i'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
'cause you need to be shown
See you blew it you blown, and let my knowledge be known
That way there won't be an apocolypse
A rapper gel and jocking this
Clocking and you're talking, all i see is a flock of lips
Blabbering, slabbering, what are you saying？
You're spraying, delaying, stop playing
You got to adapt your own style of rap
Break away from the pack before you're trapped
I put a lash to your back to rap i'm like zorro
The capital m-a-e-s-t-r-o fresh w-e-s
Hell yes, the monologue i manifest is blessed
Are you impressed？ yes, then forget the rest
Then climb aboard the fresh express
'cause i'm showin' you ＊echoed＊
6.Let Your Backbone Slide(Power Mix)
Intro
This is a throw-down, a showdown
Hell no, i can't slow down
It's gonna go
'down'
'first offence,' 'on the mix'
'down, go on and break'
'down'
'o.k. party people in the house'
'may i have your attention please'
'in a moment the beat will be played in many parts'
'come on and break'
'many parts, many'
'1', '2', '3'
'come on and break'
This jam is amplified, so just glide (glide)
And let your backbone slide
You listen to every word i say
I every verb you heard i play snaps a vertabrae
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
Jeff ain't no shimmer, no glass is tasteless
A universe without light is lightless
That's why i always take time to write this
I mold it in my hands before i start chiselin
Could be a rain, or brainstorm, or drizzlin
Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin
Practice make perfect, 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 blurry
While your brain goes black into oblivion
Beats from box to box to bates
Rocks from blocks and blocks
Let your backbone slide
Just let it slide y'all, i don't give a (damn! damn)
If ya backbone quiver
Man oh man, watch ya swiver
Wind some twine your spine while your slither
It's contagious, an epidemic
You try to lift, you're cool, but it fell again
Rap scholar, soul like a dominican
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), myrrh and frakincense
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 are 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 clock cash in every town, so i slide (slide)
But nowadays, i'm trapped
(why's that？)
So many suckers on my sacroiliac
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'mma play tarzan, you play cheetah
Cheeta, biter, love to forge
Better yet, i'll call you curious george
'cause curiosty cold killed the cat
Can't hide so black to the side
Let your backbone slide
The keyword is synchronism
Yo, check out my homeboy dance to the rythmn
And hey, this hey, oh, this ain't forte
I'm coming double-f
Fortissamo, f-f for funky fresh
My dj is ltd, mellow-flex
You listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet
Vocabulary golden, beats from my rollin
Stone cold lyrics with the microphone i'm holdin
Words i rip, egos i strip
I make sucker crews kick, dick van dyke flips
I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide
They should've stepped off (stepped off), i let it slide
But now they got brasen, dry like a raisin
I glaze like a vase, i smash you like days
Until they realize, they shouldn't have ripped
It's '89, not beetoven's fifth or sixth
It's a throwdown, i'm conducting it
Because 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've created a monster
My musical monologue makes you wanna
Move with the maestro
You feel hot so you set the blend, the cresendo is nice yo
I'm the guy, the rhythm is a ride (the rhythm is a ride)
To the fresh side, and let your backbone slide
This is a throwdown
7.Private Symphony
Yeah
Baby won't you let me hold you
In my arms for ever more
I conduct your fantasy
In a private symphony
Picture you and i
Way up in the sky
Flying over oceans, while the clouds go passing by
I kiss you on your lips, and taste your scented neck
We're going on a trip, we'll never ever forget
I'll take you on a voyage (voyage), travelling hand in hand
Yeah, i'm like an orchestra
Your body, i command
Conducting, instructing, you won't need to move
I'll tell you straight up girl, won't nobody disturb this groove
You've been more than just my lover
You've been my lady, a special friend to me
So take my hand and lets engage in a private symphony
Darling let me dedicate this
Moment to my love affair
Look into my eyes well can't you see
We'll make love all night, and all through the morning
I'll still hold you tight (tight), while the beautiful sunset's
forming
See, we don't need no band baby
Or no rhythmn section (rhythmn, rhythmn, rhythmn)
'cause in this symphony, harmony is made, from affection
We'll be rolling, squeezing, pleasing each other girl (yeah
baby, yeah)
All over and over and over again, i could never ever love
another
While the harmony plays, our love will never fade
Because from this day, 'til eternity sweet music will be made
'cause you've been more than just my lover
You've been my lady, a special friend to me
So take my hand and lets engage in a private symphony
I want to dedicate this
To you baby
Look at me
Look into my eyes
Can't you see
You and me
In a private symphony, yeah
Private symphony, you and me
It spins for you and me
Hold me, i want you by my side honey
Private symphony
Never let me go
8.Just Swingin'
Ahh yes
Swinging along, just swinging ahh yeah
Me and my main man ebony mc {right about now}
Just swinging along {we just swinging along}
Ah yeah, special shout out {bust it}
We rock the mic {we rock the mic well}
We rock the mic {we rock the mic}
Well, we rock the mic and (we rock the mic well)
(1) for the treble (2) for the bass
Come on ebony mc help me rock the place
{ebony mc}
We be waiting, playing, anticipation
The next new rhyme that i be creating
For '89 i decided to fix, my rhymes
To make them fresher, to cook under pressure
To be on top and never be the lesser
I'm the animal, uh the hunter
To go getter of a guy
I am the best of the west the beast of the east
Some people call me lazy, but that's alright
I like to lie around talk around, fun around
Sleep, get comfortable and even relax
'til my sleep meter reaches the ultimate max
To live without my waterbed would be ？？？？？
'til the party roles around my...
Well, i'll never be a peddler, never be a bagger
I'm not jimmy walker, but i'm not a swarteneger
You know i got the build of a regular man
I'm not a j.j., but not no conan
Just maestro, not second or third
I eat at burger king 'cause i'm not herb
And if your name happens to be herb
Just say {i'm not the herb you're looking for, word}
I hate to meet mothers, hat e to meet fathers
They all want me to marry their daughters
It happens to me almost everyday
A girl will take me to her crib and this is what she'll say
'mom and dad this is wes' and i'll say hi
Ma will pinch me on the cheek like i'm mom's apple pie
Dad says 'i'm pleased to meet you, i'm mr. jones'
'you the most decent chap janine's brought home'
'would you like to have a beer？'
No thanks just juice
'grandma woke up, we'll have to introduce'
'oh, by the way call me pa, we love to make you our son-in-law'
See what i mean they won't leave me alone
I just wanted to jump in janine's pretty little bones
Janine said 'grandma, this is wes'
Grammy said 'hi' i guess she was deaf
I said, hi my name is wes, 'did you say fresh？'
That's right fresh wes, i drank the juice and i left
{ebony mc}
Well i was walking downtown and i saw this whore
She had a body like a two by four
She came on over, asked for my number
I said, no ho, all you want is my lumber
No, no baby i won't be doing that
You won't see me stroking no street corner cat
'cause i'm an arcade junkie, my rhymes are funky
My beats and rhymes rocked humpty dumpty
Mcs want to thump me, girls want to jump me
My face is smooth and never ever lumpy
(＊laughter＊)
{e} yo, wes drop that snow white story man
Go ahead, drop it
Check it out
I remember a story, when i was small
About snow white and the seven dwarves
Well, if you ask me, i know that couldn't be true
If i was one of them i knew exactly what i'd do {what, what？}
The story that was told was totally wack
Snow white was a freak and the dwarves were black
She lived in a house, you could probably figure
What she be doing with a bunch of horny niggas
Doc, dopey, grumpy, sneezy
Come one, come on, come on she was sleazy
Happy, sleepy and my brother bashful
Made sure snow white got her mouthful
{ebony mc}
Well i'm the cutest looking guy, i like to say
Conceded you call me, but that's okay
I've often thought about posing for ceterfolds
The girl designed me and they broke the mold
Part of the creation, what can i say
They even made up an ebony playmate
You know i always keep the body looking fine
The dimple, the smile, nothing out of line
No dirt in the dimples, i keep the face neat
No sugar in the body, i eat the shredded wheat
I use the eye drops to keep the eyes clean
Hair so fine i use ultra-sheen
The buttock firm, the girls enjoy that
No need for exercise i don't collect fat
The feet are large and the jewels look great
You could try to change but you're late get laid
Wish you were me but that could never be
First of all your name is not ebony mc
Well, i'm not too big, not too small {average}
Not too short, but i'm not that tall {5'9' 5'10'}
I'm not a heavy guy and my head ain't bald
As i drive the girls up the wall
I had a girl and her name was judy
Judy had a super dope big fat booty {big fat booty}
Everything was cool and everything was okay
Until i met this freak named shebon {shebon} the other day
Shebon had a shape like an hourglass
Real fine legs with ... {let's just pass}
Although she looked young, she was an older girl
Thick like judy with malaysian curl
Judy had night school onec a week
So that would be the night i'd rock that freak
Well that night i went over to shebon's place
And to the bedroom we quickly laid
Then i rocked her, oh my, and took a rest
I saw a picture of a child on her bedroom chest {easy}
I took a good look and i felt so bad
'cause it was a portrait of judy at her grade 8 grad
Torn between two lovers {it's okay wes, it's okay}
Feeling like a fool {don't cry man}
I just fucked judy's mother, and judy's in night school
Like keith i make the ladies sweat
What yo learn about women, i'm trying to forget
I wrote a love jam, now the girls are drooling
I play like heavy d boy, (just coolin')
Like laverte, i'm the love expert
No time for casanova but i clock 'nuff skirts
To be blousing, my rhyme arouses
Like blue violets and red rouses
{we rock the mic} we rock the mic {well}
{we rock the mic} we rock the mic {well}
{we rock the mic} we rock the mic {well}
We rock the mic and {we rock the mic well}
9.The Maestro
I can't keep still, i can't keep calm
I think i feel another brainstorm coming on
Pure lsd, that's what i'm climbing
Not lucy in the sky with diamonds i'm rhyming
Lyrics so dope and microphones smoking
Straight down your throat and that's why you're choking
I ain't joking, that's why you're stifling
Rebirth, retreat, i'm rhythmn rap rifling
Rhyming, no reurns or recycling
A fresh batch to mcs i'm frightening
Funky and fighting, stay in striking
My brainstorm's like thunder and lightening
Beats go boom, sound is in tune
You're a joker, a riddler, i'm dr. doom
You say doctor who？ ＊echoed＊
I tell you, my symphony is you and your crew
It's the danger dome using the maestro zone
Like supertramp take the long way home
I used to ill, now i build
Rock rhymes like bills(？) set up to kill
When it rains it pours, i got rhymes gallor
Like al b., maestro is sure
Something's wrong, that's why i'm singing my song
How long will this go on？
When ben clocked bronze ＊echoed＊, they weren't bragging
But when he clocked gold, they started tagging
Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling
'3 day later' he's from the islands
Turn off my radio, turned up my stereo
Day in and day out each and every day you know
In ontario the same old scenario
They didn't hype lennox lewis just mario ＊echoed＊
Egerton, broke necks in his hand
But if his name was shawn, they'd let him hang
He be the main man, i be the witness
It's the same in the music business
'cause i'm from t-o y'all are afraid to rate me
You underestimate thee
Intellect, while farly flex
My rhymes on the cuts ltd selects
I'm the maestro
'fresh'
'wes'
The maestro
'fresh'
'wes'
Maestro
'fresh'
'wes'
You're a lyrical lucifer, big beat burgular
My monologue make me a mass murderer
Microphone mangler, sucker boy strangler
Walk(？) to my rhythmn raises rips in your wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just quit
Go be a pilitician because you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what？ ＊echoed＊ 'nuff shit because my rhymes you bit
If you were a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, i'm going to drill ya
You just a cavity creep, i'm going to fill ya
After this appointment, i'm going to bill ya
'cause all you sucker sound so familiar
I'm going go-got style, no innuendo
I floss i float, you know, a crecendo
Flex is upgrading, ltd's blading
Like a waterfall, maestro's cascading
Evervessing(？), testing
I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap oretorio
Rhymes a gwan pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or bland
'cause my vernacular is of a vintage brand
I'm the maestro, 'fresh'
The maestro, 'fresh'
'i was born'
A don, because i'm like don won(sp？)
The missing link between tyson and the great lynn swan
Punk, i really hate your rap
I press the greater wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax ＊echoed＊
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get some
Play me in reverse take a sip of my redrum
A reason rhyme murder, snap your verte-
Brae make you sway away, that's a word of
Wisdom, solely expressed
To express with soul for w-e-s
I may never win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay because i know that you know
The undisputed, number one mc
No rockstar could touch this poetry
'cause i'm the maestro
The maestro, 'fresh' ＊＊ repeat 'til fade ＊＊
10.Tear It Up
it is
Rolling, strolling, rockin' and rollin'
One hundred dollar bills i'm unfolding
Crowds are controling
Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope
But nope it's not stolen
Words are forbidden, no i ain't kidding
Check any damsel, maestro is ridden
'nuff ammunition, capable precision
Kill competition, like a religion
Mcs i'm cussing, they ain't nothing
Egos i'm crushing, asses i'm busting
Fly girls i rack, skeezos i slap them
Sucker i jack up, i don't rap up
I tear it up!
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Too late to run, maestro is one
You're no ruler to me
You're more like a liar
You're just a squire handing out flyers
I am much higher, you're a low bidder
Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger
Nigga, ltd's an outstander
Mc fresh wes, a mc commander
Goto my show because i said so
I'm a pimp and the crowd is one big, (ho)
Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer
I hold the mic you're rowdy like piper
Hyperactive your rap is wack kid
Don't even breath or i'll rip like jack did
Helter skelter, deep belts a serious cut
My boys are ice melters
Well respected, dame's interested
Bulls in bank, invested
I tear it up!
Hi, why, brother that's dry
Drug free body and my rhymes are fly
You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff
I smoke your ass like smoking a spliff
Won't cease my mic is my piece
Use of the alter with the high priest
Beast, bleak, your record is weak
We bought to break it on the concrete
I disregard it, ltd barred it
We holds the mic, you're a target
I tear it up!
Party's packed, b-boys jumping
Dames in the back, bumpin'
Beats go boom, the sound's in tune
Like hast to calhoun, we rock the room
Pay's low, fortress of mold
The frenzy will grow because i said so
So, hell no this is def
Hands be swinging from right to left
Fresh wes, is in the flesh
Ltd's on the set and it became blessed
Wine, grind 'til the sunshine
Bust the next rhyme, next time
11.Fortissimo
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