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

I'm coming out of Canada
far from an
LT's my DJ, is my manager
I flow so nice so they're me the Maestro
pass the microphone
fuck the light
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 a hockey stick
exciting niggas Italian's in a Rocky flick

watch me flow slow or flow
I'll even make a Spanish brother say no
I'm wrecking you, disconecting you, you
hold smoking ass cheap shit, it'll eventually catch up to you
I can the phony retire, tendoroni perspire
she's on my back my name's Jacobey and Myer,
(what's name?)
it's Fresh-Wes 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
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 it good
(where?)
Lake Edna or your of the woods
I'm getting more blow than Mangeony
not a
but wanted me for holy 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 than just an hours
I get down and dirty, but uh
take a first
you can't tell me the bro's soft,
I do the patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that's a different
I've even got more rhymes than groupies of Jack the rapper,
on the microphone I you and make you say
(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of too)
now is the
are clocking this
they say 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 Maestro is in Italiano
I'm Toronto, causing drama on the the verazono
so and check a real pro
grab the of steal, yo
I make a activist say
(yes, my neigro)
when I said the mic's my I really meant it
so just the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, 'cause every head I I killed
oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really that ill