** Intro/Skit skipped **
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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
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Bang on
I`m murdering MC
Bang on
I`m murdering MC
Bang on
I`m murdering MC
** Scratching by DJ LTD **
REPEAT
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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
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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
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