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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 my portfolio
it wise, hit the studio
Rock international, now they call me
Mcs have died, becuase I have them
Some than me but yet children
Some veterans the fear
Because rap is not a joke, this game's for
Sucker boys cuss me, females me
When I off the set, my they touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up like a
No need to use an uzi, when the mic's my

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

[maestro wes]
Some use a uzi, a machete
You wanna test fresh wes, I'm ready
The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a
The mic that's a trigger and I pull it
Too for prayer, dee is a slayer
Wes rocks the mics like a to isaiah
The player, the that mcs are risking
You'll get decked clay decked liston

Where did the come from?
Was it before, or after the
Ltd be the referee
Saying 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 my piece
A bag of lsd and my dj needles
Lyrical dope my ain't feeble
Zero centigrade, thirty-two farenheit
Cold getting paid if you're a
Paraphrase, to parallel paralyze
You're paranoid, you my record, you plagerize
I paragon, the vocabulist
Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph can't this
Move, you get mobbed
There's a method ot my madness, don't mock my
I'm a beast when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(? )
*bang* my mic's my piece

[maestro fresh
I walk around looking at these clowns
Thinking about my crisp build to brown
I sweat the coloured clown, this is I mean
I'm not american, my hundred bill ain't green
I'm from north of the border, it in order
Beats like the freak from the latin
Though I'm down the t-o scene
I don't with no polo team
No charade, a I'm here to envade
X-rate, excess, escalate this
I fancy girl she don't exist
Exercise the dip, the exorcist
Extreme 360, necks snap
She my rhythmn, received the whiplash
Executed, extracted, she's
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, hyperactive
Be jocking and still jacking, you must be kid
That's why the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the bloodbath of
Every title you been stripped off
torn ego with a busted 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 my status
they know how long I've been at this
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 from t-o that's why you dun of me
Yesterday, but now you're
'cause I'm exploding like
If I was new york
I know you would, rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago
I had to try a harder than the average
to get a break, but now I'm doing damage
Think that you're a star, charlie
Got beef? to farley
'cause I manifest is a masterpiece
Dope rhymes are released when the my piece

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