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

I'm straight out of Canada
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 light
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 stick
exciting niggas like Italian's in a Rocky

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

I got rhymes than Brits in a cathedral
my is lethal
nobody's equal, my
wanna hear a new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby are permitted
I'm it good
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and checking it
(where?)
Lake Edna or your of the woods
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 quiet
you, me, and my
it's like a power-burst, I'm more than an hours worth
I get down and dirty, but uh
take a first
you can't tell me that the soft,
I do the patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that's a chapter
I've even got more rhymes than there's of Jack 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 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 group of Jamacians after sun

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