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[maestro wes]
I'm a ruler, how I reign
I do to rap what the lisa does to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my are like rodeo
I kiddin', they jock my portfolio
it wise, hit the studio
Rock international, now they me julio
Mcs have died, I have killed them
Some older me but yet children
Some knew the fear
Because rap is not a joke, this game's for
boys cuss me, females rush me
When I off the set, my homeboys touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up a feast
No need to use an uzi, the mic's 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 test fresh wes, well I'm ready
The mind is a magnum, the is a bullet
The mic that's a *bang* and I pull it
Too for prayer, dee is a slayer
Wes rocks the mics a hoops to isaiah
The player, the that mcs are risking
You'll get like clay decked 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 maestro no mc
Like a beast I while my rhymes release
I can say my mic's my piece
A bag of lsd and my dj needles
dope my group ain't feeble
Zero degrees centigrade, farenheit
Cold getting paid if a parasite
Paraphrase, to parallel paralyze
You're paranoid, you my record, you plagerize
I paragon, the paramont
Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph can't handle
Move, you might get
There's a method ot my madness, don't my monologue
I'm like a when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(? )
*bang* 'cause my mic's my

[maestro fresh
I walk town looking at these clowns
Thinking about my cold crisp build to
I sweat the coloured clown, is what I mean
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 quarter
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 fancy girl like she exist
Exercise the dip, watch the
Extreme 360, necks will
She wrote my rhythmn, the whiplash
Executed, extracted, attracted
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, hyperactive
Be jocking and jacking, you must be wack kid
why allow the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the of paragraph
Every title you held been off
Love torn ego with a up lip
When I start firing I never
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 know how long I've been at this
me a new jack, that's 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 listening
'cause I'm exploding like
If I was new york
I know you would, have to my rhythmn, five years ago
I had to try a little harder the average
Just to get a break, but now I'm doing
Think you're a star, sorry charlie
Got beef? talk to
'cause what I manifest is a
Dope rhymes are released when the my piece

Some carry knives some guns
2000 brothers in the trying to be number one
serious, flexing posing
You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's over
You get shafted
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Too want to brawl, I think 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
sad funeral, ask any pupil
I speak know this before quadruple
Some minds are so shallow, are so narrow
Follow my ? ? ? ? before blunt like pharoah
The mic is my weapon, with it I ain't
No stepping, I'm progressing
when I die these lyrics will last
So roll over bethoveen 'cause the blastin'
pen another gay, I leave you in awe
This array could an orchestra
I'm the maestro, my can't cease
Too damn hype! *bang* when the my piece