[maestro wes] I can't keep still, I keep calm I I feel another brainstorm coming on Pure lsd, that's I'm climbing Not lucy in the sky diamonds I'm rhyming Lyrics so dope and microphones Straight down throat and that's why you're choking I ain't joking, why you're stifling Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling Rhyming, no or recycling A fresh to mcs I'm frightening Funky and fighting, in striking My brainstorm's thunder and lightening Beats go boom, is in tune You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. You say doctor who? I tell you, my symphony is you and your It's the danger dome using the zone Like take the long way home I to ill, now I build Rock rhymes bills(? ) set up to kill When it rains it pours, I got rhymes al b., maestro is sure Something's wrong, that's why I'm singing my How long will go on? ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging But when he gold, they started tagging Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and "3 day later" from the islands Turn off my radio, up my stereo Day in and day out each and day you know In ontario the old scenario They didn't lennox lewis just mario *echoed* Egerton, broke necks in his But if his name was shawn, let him hang He be the man, I be the witness It's the same in the music 'cause I'm t-o y'all are afraid to rate me You thee Intellect, while flex My rhymes on the cuts ltd
I'm the "fresh" "wes" The "fresh" "wes" "fresh" "wes"
You're a lyrical lucifer, big burgular My monologue me a mass murderer Microphone mangler, boy strangler Walk(? ) to my rhythmn raises in your wranglers Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just Go be a pilitician because you 'nuff... 'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff because my rhymes you bit If you were a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, I'm a dentist, I'm going to ya You just a cavity creep, I'm to fill ya After this appointment, I'm to bill ya 'cause all you sound so familiar I'm going style, no innuendo I I float, you know, a crecendo is upgrading, ltd's blading Like a waterfall, maestro's Evervessing(? ), I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my you're blessing Hip hop waiter, rap Rhymes a gwan out my portfolio Squeezing, not or bland my vernacular 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 between and the great lynn swan Punk, I hate your rap I the greater wax You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax Fiending for my rhymes, you to get some me in reverse take a sip of my redrum A reason rhyme murder, snap your Brae make you sway away, a word of Wisdom, expressed To express soul for w-e-s I may win a grammy, or a juno But that's okay because I know that you The undisputed, one mc No rockstar could this poetry 'cause I'm the The maestro, "fresh" ** 'til fade **