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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 this in yo'
Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs the retsyn

I'm coming out of Canada
far from an
LT's my DJ, is my manager
I so nice so they're calling me the Maestro
just the microphone
fuck the show
rap is in effect
and I'm out to get wrecked on the
when I make a
not on the tip
I'm harder than a stick
exciting niggas like Italian's in a flick

watch me flow slow or fast
I'll make a Spanish brother say no mass
I'm you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
hold your ass cheap 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 smile like the on the red box of cream of wheat

I got more rhymes than Brits in a
my is lethal
nobody's equal, my
hear a funky new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby MC's are
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 Chuck
not a
but Joanie wanted me for matrimony
girls like my flavor cause I jam
let's have a nice date
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 shower
you can't tell me that the soft,
I do the patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that's a different
I've got more rhymes than there's groupies of Jack the rapper,
on the microphone I slice you and you say
(I his rhymes 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 seeing is a flock of
acapella, or over a drum
I'm funkier a group of Jamacians after sun splash

the word is teacher in Italiano
I'm Toronto, causing drama on the the verazono
so come and a real pro
grab the 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 Blue Jays, I'm out to win the
so chill, 'cause every head I struck I killed
oh, I know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking ill