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[maestro fresh
I'm a ruler, that's how I
I do to rap what the lisa does to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like
I ain't kiddin', they jock my
Played it wise, hit the
Rock international, now call me julio
Mcs have died, becuase I killed them
Some older me but yet children
veterans knew the fear
Because rap is not a joke, this game's for
Sucker cuss me, females rush me
I off the set, my homeboys they touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up like a
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 fresh wes, I'm ready
The is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
The mic that's a trigger *bang* and I it
Too late for prayer, dee is a
Wes rocks the mics like a to isaiah
The player, the that mcs are risking
You'll get decked like clay liston

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

[maestro fresh
I walk around looking at these clowns
Thinking my cold crisp build to brown
I sweat the coloured clown, this is what I
I'm not american, my hundred dollar bill green
I'm north of the border, keep it in order
Beats like the freak from the latin
Though I'm down with the t-o
I don't hang with no team
No charade, a parade I'm to envade
X-rate, excess, escalate escapade
I girl like she don't exist
Exercise the dip, the exorcist
360, necks will snap
She wrote my rhythmn, the whiplash
Executed, extracted, attracted
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, hyperactive
Be jocking and still jacking, you must be kid
why allow the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the bloodbath of
Every you held been stripped off
Love ego with a busted up lip
When I start firing I never
I get hyped, when the mic's my piece

[maestro wes]

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

carry knives some carry guns
2000 brothers in the trying to be number one
Looking serious, flexing
You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's over
You get shafted
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Too many want to brawl, I I heard it all
Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave to ball
Some want to party, but do
I propagate against one of the brothers from my school
sad funeral, ask any pupil
I speak know before this quadruple
Some minds are so shallow, 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 will last
So roll over 'cause the b-boy's blastin'
Show pen another gay, I you in awe
array could bust an orchestra
I'm the maestro, my symphony can't
Too damn hype! *bang* when the my piece