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

I'm straight out of Canada
far an amateur
LT's my DJ, is my manager
I flow so nice so 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 than a hockey stick
niggas like Italian's in a Rocky flick

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

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

the word is teacher in Italiano
I'm from Toronto, drama on the the verazono
so and check a real pro
the peice of steal, yo
I a Black activist say
(yes, my neigro)
when I said the mic's my peice I meant it
so like the Blue 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