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1 o`clock, 2 o`clock, 3 o`clock rock
to the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hop
put this in yo` collection
Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn
I`m coming straight out of Canada
far from an amateur
LT`s my DJ, Flex is my manager
I flow so nice so they`re calling me the Maestro
just pass the microphone
fuck the light show
real rap is in effect
and I`m out to get wrecked on the mic-mec
when I make a mic-check
not on the sloppy tip
I`m harder than a hockey stick
exciting niggas like Italian`s in a Rocky flick
Adrian
watch me flow slow or flow fast
I`ll even make a Spanish brother say no mass
I`m wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
hold your smoking ass cheap shit, it`ll eventually catch up to you
I can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspire
she`s on my back like my name`s Jacobey and Myer,
(what`s your name?)
it`s Fresh-Wes with the sweeter beats
I make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheat
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I got more rhymes than Brits in a cathedral
my cerebral is lethal
nobody`s equal, my people
wanna hear a funky new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby MC`s are permitted
I`m wrecking it good
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and checking it good
(where?)
Lake Edna or your neck of the woods
I`m getting more blow than Chuck Mangeony
not a phony
but Joanie wanted me for holy matrimony
girls like my flavor cause I jam harder
let`s have a nice quiet date
you, me, and my camcorder
it`s like a power-burst, I`m more than just an hours worth
I get down and dirty, but uh honey
take a shower first
you can`t tell me that the bro`s soft,
I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that`s a different chapter
I`ve even got more rhymes than there`s groupies of Jack the rapper,
on the microphone I slice you and make you say
(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)
now is the apocolypse
MC`s are clocking this
they say they got skills but all I`m seeing is a flock of lips
acapella, or over a drum track
I`m funkier than a group of Jamacians after sun splash
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the word Maestro is teacher in Italiano
I`m from Toronto, causing drama on the the verazono
so come and check a real pro
grab the peice of steal, yo
I make a Black activist say
(yes, that`s my neigro)
when I said the mic`s my peice I really meant it
so just like the Blue Jays, I`m out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, `cause every head I struck I killed
oh, I don`t know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking ill
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