[maestro wes] I can't still, I can't keep calm I think I feel another brainstorm on lsd, that's what I'm climbing Not lucy in the sky with I'm rhyming so dope and microphones smoking Straight your throat and that's why you're choking I ain't joking, that's why stifling Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling Rhyming, no or recycling A fresh batch to mcs I'm and fighting, stay in striking My brainstorm's thunder and lightening Beats go boom, sound is in a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom You say doctor *echoed* I tell you, my symphony is you and crew It's the dome using the maestro zone Like supertramp take the long way I to ill, now I build Rock like bills(? ) set up to kill When it it pours, I got rhymes gallor al b., maestro is sure Something's wrong, that's why I'm my song How long will go on? ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging But when he clocked gold, they tagging on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling "3 day later" he's from the off my radio, turned up my stereo Day in and day out each and every day you In ontario the same old They didn't hype lennox lewis mario *echoed* Egerton, broke necks in his But if his name was shawn, let him hang He be the main man, I be the It's the in the music business 'cause I'm t-o y'all are afraid to rate me You underestimate Intellect, while farly My on the cuts ltd selects
I'm the "fresh" "wes" The "fresh" "wes" "fresh" "wes"
You're a lucifer, big beat burgular My monologue make me a mass mangler, sucker boy strangler Walk(? ) to my rhythmn raises rips in wranglers Rhymes don't fit, why you just quit Go be a pilitician because you 'nuff... 'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff shit my rhymes you bit If you were a bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit I'm a dentist, I'm going to ya You a cavity creep, I'm going to fill ya After this appointment, I'm to bill ya 'cause all you sucker so familiar I'm going go-got style, no I floss I float, you know, a is upgrading, ltd's blading Like a waterfall, cascading Evervessing(? ), I your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing Hip hop waiter, rap Rhymes a pouring out my portfolio Squeezing, not bleak or 'cause my is of a vintage brand I'm the maestro, "fresh" The maestro, "fresh" "i was born" A don, I'm like don won(sp? ) The missing link tyson and the great lynn swan Punk, I hate your rap I press the wax You're absolutely obsolete, like *echoed* Fiending for my rhymes, you to get some me in reverse take a sip of my redrum A rhyme murder, snap your verte- Brae make you sway away, a word of Wisdom, solely To express soul for w-e-s I may win a grammy, or a juno But that's okay I know that you know The undisputed, one mc No rockstar could this poetry 'cause I'm the The maestro, "fresh" ** 'til fade **