[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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 **
