[maestro fresh I can't still, I can't keep calm I I feel another brainstorm coming on Pure lsd, that's what I'm Not in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming Lyrics so dope and microphones Straight down your throat and that's why choking I ain't joking, why you're stifling Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling Rhyming, no reurns or A fresh batch to mcs I'm Funky and fighting, stay in My brainstorm's like and lightening go boom, sound is in tune You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. You say who? *echoed* I tell you, my symphony is you and crew the danger dome using the maestro zone Like take the long way home I to ill, now I build Rock rhymes bills(? ) set up to kill When it it pours, I got rhymes gallor Like al b., maestro is Something's wrong, why I'm singing my song How long this go on? When ben bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging But when he clocked gold, they tagging Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and "3 day later" from the islands Turn off my radio, turned up my Day in and day out each and day you know In ontario the old scenario didn't hype lennox lewis just mario *echoed* Egerton, broke necks in his But if his name was shawn, they'd let him He be the man, I be the witness the same 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 lyrical lucifer, big beat My monologue make me a mass Microphone mangler, boy strangler Walk(? ) to my rhythmn rips in your wranglers Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff... 'nuff what? *echoed* shit because my rhymes you bit If you a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit I'm a dentist, I'm to drill ya You just a creep, I'm going to fill ya After this appointment, I'm going to ya 'cause all you sound so familiar I'm go-got style, no innuendo I floss I float, you know, a is upgrading, ltd's blading Like a waterfall, cascading Evervessing(? ), I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're Hip hop waiter, rap a gwan pouring 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, because I'm don won(sp? ) The missing link between tyson and the great lynn Punk, I really your rap I press the wax You're absolutely obsolete, like *echoed* Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get Play me in reverse a sip of my redrum A reason murder, snap your verte- Brae make you sway away, a word of Wisdom, solely To with 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 touch this poetry I'm the maestro The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat fade **