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1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 rock
to the beat that I drop when I flip my
put in yo' collection
Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs the retsyn

I'm coming straight out of
far from an
LT's my DJ, Flex is my
I so nice so they're calling me the Maestro
just the microphone
fuck the show
real rap is in
and I'm out to get wrecked on the
I make a mic-check
not on the tip
I'm harder a hockey stick
exciting niggas Italian's in a Rocky flick

watch me slow or flow fast
I'll even make a Spanish say no mass
I'm you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
your smoking ass cheap shit, it'll eventually catch up to you
I can make the retire, tendoroni perspire
she's on my back like my name's and Myer,
(what's name?)
it's with the sweeter beats
I make you smile like the brother on the red box of of wheat

I got more rhymes Brits in a cathedral
my is lethal
equal, my people
wanna hear a funky new style so get it
no dibby-dibby-dibby MC's are
I'm wrecking it
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and it good
(where?)
Edna or your neck of the woods
I'm getting blow than Chuck Mangeony
not a
but Joanie wanted me for holy
girls like my cause I jam harder
let's a nice quiet date
you, me, and my
it's like a power-burst, I'm more just an hours worth
I get and dirty, but uh honey
a shower first
you can't tell me the bro's soft,
I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my off
but that's a different
I've even got more rhymes than there's groupies of the rapper,
on the microphone I you and make you say
(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are of nice too)
now is the
MC's are this
they say got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of lips
acapella, or a drum track
I'm funkier than a of Jamacians after sun splash

the word is teacher in Italiano
I'm from Toronto, causing drama on the the
so come and check a pro
the peice of steal, yo
I make a Black say
(yes, my neigro)
when I the mic's my peice I really meant it
so just like the Jays, I'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, 'cause every head I I killed
oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really fucking ill