Maestro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn Lyrics

Chours: 

 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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