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[maestro wes]
I'm a ruler, how I reign
I do to rap the mona lisa does to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are rodeo
I ain't kiddin', they my portfolio
Played it wise, hit the
Rock international, now call me julio
Mcs died, becuase I have killed them
older than me but yet children
Some veterans knew the
Because rap is not a joke, this for real
boys cuss me, females rush me
When I off the set, my they touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up a feast
No need to use an uzi, when the my piece

"bang on"
"i'm mc"
"bang on"
"i'm mc"
"bang on"
"i'm mc"
** by dj ltd **

[maestro fresh
use a uzi, some a machete
You wanna test wes, well I'm ready
The is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
The mic a trigger *bang* and I pull it
Too late for prayer, dee is a
Wes rocks the mics like a hoops to
The player, the pimp that mcs are
get decked like clay decked liston

Where did the punch come
Was it before, or after the
Ltd be the referee
'punk tell me how many fingers you see'
The m-i-c is my
The maestro no mc
Like a beast I beat while my rhymes
I can say *bang* my mic's my
A bag of lsd and my dj needles
Lyrical dope my group feeble
Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two
getting paid if you're a parasite
Paraphrase, to you're paralyze
You're paranoid, you my record, you plagerize
I paragon, the vocabulist
Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? can't handle this
Move, you get mobbed
There's a ot my madness, don't mock my monologue
I'm like a when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(? )
*bang* 'cause my my piece

[maestro fresh
I walk around town looking at clowns
Thinking about my cold crisp to brown
I sweat the coloured clown, this is I mean
I'm not american, my dollar bill ain't green
I'm from of the border, keep it in order
Beats like the freak from the quarter
I'm down with the t-o scene
I don't with no polo team
No charade, a parade I'm here to
X-rate, excess, escalate this
I fancy girl like she don't
Exercise the dip, watch the
Extreme 360, will snap
She wrote my rhythmn, received the
Executed, extracted, attracted
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, hyperactive
Be and still jacking, you must be wack kid
That's why the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the of paragraph
Every title you held stripped off
Love torn ego with a up lip
When I start I never cease
I get hyped, *bang* the mic's my piece

[maestro fresh

Like franklin, columbo, I'm
I can run so low, try to obtain my
Don't they know how long I've been at
Call me a new jack, a dis
New jacks don't like this
That's absurb to me, don't say a to me
I'm t-o that's why you dun heard of me
Yesterday, but now listening
'cause I'm exploding nitroglycerine
If I was from new
I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, years ago
I had to try a little harder than the
Just to get a break, but now I'm damage
Think that you're a star, charlie
Got beef? to farley
'cause what I is a masterpiece
rhymes are released when the mic's my piece

Some carry knives carry guns
2000 in the channel trying to be number one
Looking serious, flexing
You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's *bang*
You might get
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Too many want to brawl, I I heard it all
Hip hop kept niggas alive, prefer to ball
Some want to party, but do
I against one of the brothers from my high school
Real sad funeral, ask any
I speak know this before this
Some are so shallow, roads are so narrow
Follow my ? ? ? ? you're blunt like pharoah
The mic is my weapon, it I ain't messing
No stepping, I'm progressing
Even when I die these lyrics last
So roll over bethoveen 'cause the blastin'
Show pen gay, I leave you in awe
This array could bust an
I'm the maestro, my symphony can't
Too damn hype! *bang* the mic's my piece