Maestro Lyrics

Album: Built To Last

Make The City Stand Still Lyrics

[Maestro] 

 This joint's dedicated to all emcees 

 Yo, stay focused with this 

 A'ight 

 Stay strong, stay dedicated 

 Maestro 

 Check it out, yo 

 Yeah yeah, yo 

 I'm still smashin' it 

 So compassionate 

 House of Commons want me on the cabinet 

 The graduate who got the phattest shit 

 I splatter shit 

 Niggas better scatter when I'm splashin' it 

 Flashin' it 

 Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit 

 I made the city hot 

 Rhymes makin' niggas drop 

 Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts 

 Then I built the strategy 

 Gradualy, I planned to be 

 The greatest from the city 

 Brothers started stabbin' me 

 Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this 

 Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn't shine like this 

 It ain't my fault that my song's phat 

 It ain't my fault that my pops loved my mom, black 

 I made the bomb track 

 Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets 

 I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest 

 When my track was released, you noticed me 

 Toronto prodigy of poetry 

 Even white chicks were faintin' over me 

 The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross 

 It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss 

 You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop 

 I left in ninety two, it's like the fukin' industry stopped 

 But it's on, don't panic 

 Emcees stay frantic 

 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic 

 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill 

 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still 

 [Chorus: Wade O. Brown] 

 We're gonna make it happen 

 We're gonna make it shine 

 We're gonna make it happen 

 It's a race against our time 

 Oh, oh, oh 

 We're gonna make it happen 

 [Maestro] 

 Yeah, yeah, yeah 

 I remember when my pops took me to this lady 

 She said she couldn't beleive how many shady people wanna slay me 

 She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you 

 But don't sweat it, your ancestors will protect you 

 Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn't move 

 Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song 

 Who could it be now 

 A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit 

 (go figure) 

 In life I learned cats'll try to hurt you 

 That's why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle 

 Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry 

 Didn't love me at all 

 But to shine, they wanted to marry 

 Sayin' "let's sex tonight", but I'm a skeptic type 

 It's a rougher world 

 That's why it's tough to trust a girl 

 Never the less I'm maintainin', with pure determination 

 Two junos, plus ten nominations 

 No way I'm gonna crumble, I stayed humble 

 I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble 

 T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out 

 Gave love, but didn't have to sweat the brothers down south 

 It's on, don't panic, emcees stay frantic 

 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic 

 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill 

 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still 

 [Chorus] 

 [Wade O. Brown] 

 I know, for sure 

 That we're bound to make it 

 In time, we'll find 

 It's the sky of ????? 

 Oh oh oh 

 We're gonna make it happen 

 We're gonna make it, We're gonna make it 

 [Maestro] 

 Yeah 

 You could never make the city smile 

 You're Conway Twitty style 

 Silly pile for real 

 You ain't a willy child 

 I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone 

 Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone 

 I elevated you, you know who educated you 

 Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two 

 Now I'm comin' back 

 I got the stunning tracks 

 Spreadin' love to all my peeps and show the younger cats 

 Hit 'em with the phattest songs 

 Fuck the sprint, it's a marathon 

 I seen alot of shit, now I'm passin' it on 

 I love Redman and Naughty shit 

 But now I'm on some Barry Gordy shit 

 I need another forty hit 

 It's on, don't panic 

 Emcees stay frantic 

 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic 

 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill 

 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still 

 It's on, don't panic 

 Emcees stay frantic 

 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic 

 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill 

 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still 

 [Chorus]