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1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock
to the beat I drop when I flip my hip-hop
put this in yo'
Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the

I'm coming straight out of
far an amateur
LT's my DJ, Flex is my
I flow so nice so they're calling me the
just pass the
fuck the show
real rap is in
and I'm out to get wrecked on the
when I a mic-check
not on the tip
I'm harder than a hockey
exciting niggas like Italian's in a flick

watch me flow slow or fast
I'll make a Spanish brother 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
on my back like my name's Jacobey and Myer,
(what's name?)
it's Fresh-Wes with the beats
I make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of

I got more rhymes than in a cathedral
my cerebral is
nobody's equal, my
wanna hear a new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby are permitted
I'm wrecking it
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and it good
(where?)
Lake Edna or your neck of the
I'm getting more blow Chuck Mangeony
not a
but Joanie me for holy matrimony
girls my flavor cause I jam harder
let's have a nice date
you, me, and my
it's like a power-burst, I'm than just an hours worth
I get and dirty, but uh honey
take a first
you can't tell me the bro's soft,
I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my off
but a different chapter
even got more rhymes than there's groupies of Jack the rapper,
on the microphone I you and make you say
(I his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)
now is the
MC's are clocking
say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of lips
acapella, or over a drum
I'm funkier than a group of Jamacians sun splash

the word Maestro is teacher in
I'm from Toronto, causing on the the verazono
so come and a real pro
grab the 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 chill, 'cause every head I struck I killed
oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really that ill