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

I'm straight out of Canada
far from an
LT's my DJ, Flex is my
I flow so so they're calling me the Maestro
just pass the
the light show
real rap is in
and I'm out to get on the mic-mec
I make a mic-check
not on the tip
I'm harder than a stick
exciting niggas like Italian's in a flick

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

I got rhymes than Brits in a cathedral
my cerebral is
nobody's equal, my
wanna hear a funky new so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby are permitted
I'm wrecking it
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and checking it
(where?)
Lake Edna or your neck of the
I'm getting more blow than Mangeony
not a
but Joanie wanted me for matrimony
like my flavor cause I jam harder
let's have a 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
take a shower
you can't tell me that the soft,
I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and with my clothes off
but that's a chapter
I've even got more rhymes than groupies of Jack the rapper,
on the microphone I you and make you say
(I knew his was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)
now is the
are clocking this
they say they got skills but all I'm is a flock of lips
acapella, or a drum track
I'm funkier than a group of Jamacians after sun

the word Maestro is in Italiano
I'm from Toronto, causing drama on the the
so come and a real pro
grab the of steal, yo
I make a Black say
(yes, my neigro)
when I said the mic's my I really meant it
so just like the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the
so sucker chill, 'cause head I struck I killed
oh, I know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking ill