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

I'm coming straight out of
far an amateur
my DJ, Flex is my manager
I flow so nice so they're me the Maestro
just the microphone
fuck the show
rap is in effect
and I'm out to get on the mic-mec
when I a mic-check
not on the tip
I'm harder than a hockey
exciting like Italian's in a Rocky flick

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

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

the Maestro is teacher in Italiano
I'm Toronto, causing 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 just like the Jays, I'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, 'cause head I struck I killed
oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really fucking ill