Drop the Needle
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INTRO
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The Maestro
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Fresh Wes
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The symphony
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Is in full effect
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Let your backbone slide
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Let it slip, let the rhythm rip
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While my lyrics leave my lips
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Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
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Watch a brother roamin' on stages
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Name rings a bell from state to state
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Province to province till you can't escape
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It's radius a margin
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Bruisin' bargin'
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Blowin' away blockades and still chargin'
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Up the crowd while the introducer
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Says the name they get looser looser
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Maestro Maestro with magnitude
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That's longer than the lines of latitude
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Going tropic to tropic
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Topic to topic
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yo are you ready for the drop (yeah)
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then drop it
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CHORUS
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"Drop the needle" X6
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Bust it
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"Drop the needle"
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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The needle drops like a pistol pops
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Rocks the whole crowd, they can't stop
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Ladies wave and rave like slaves
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With this sound wave the guys misbehave
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I pave a road where the poems explode from
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Globe to globe, earlobe to earlobe
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Started at zero now they Xerox it
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Zipcode to zipcode I should ziplock it
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They won't stop the chumps they just chop it
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Chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it
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On the homeplate, and I hate
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To hear my rhymes of a different rate
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I should ostracize the eyes of spies
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And destroy all districs for disguise
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Dope
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In the form of the highest mind
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Of a hip-hop goliath rhymes
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Make it easy to cruise
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You get bruised if you're not enthused
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Silence is lost as the holocaust comes down
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When Wes goes off on the microphone
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Cord or cordless
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It don't matter cause I rock the fresh vest
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Hiroshima havoc and hurricane
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LTD is on the cut Maestro's the name
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The needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic
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As I watch 'em drip
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D draws back the wax like a bow
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The bass is the arrow to break bow and arrow and
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Blast it, off like a rocket
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Again are you ready for the drop
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(yeah)
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Then drop it
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M-A-E-S-T-R-O
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Smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow
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I'll be smoother
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Runnin' like silk
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Starin' at the mountains as melodies are built
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Like Everest I'm ever ready for the crossfade
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I have a vest never fest just cascade
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I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on
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And tell two friends
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so on and so on (so on, so on)
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I ain't passive
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I lamp with the dope state massive
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Down with Scarborough
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Down with the jungle
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Down with Michee Mee
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Down with Rumble
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Down with Self Defense from flemo
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This was a hit before it was a demo
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Went to the studio with Pete
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And Anthony to lay down the beats
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And now, it's just too damn sweet
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I'm the voice in the Sonys walking down the street
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Drop it
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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(yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)
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"Drop the needle"
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I wear a black tuxedo
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Black tuxedo
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Black-black-black (oh my God)
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A black tuxedo with the cumberband damn
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Talk slang while the ladies hang
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Runnin' more hoes than clothes to a pimp
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Rhymes so rugged they'll make you limp
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Some MC's like to dance all night
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But I like the brothers who can rock the mic
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With bass and adrenaline big beats but then again
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Nowadays most rappers sound feminine
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Soft *echoed*
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They come off weak and they're so-so
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I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo
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Thousand pages of poems make the microphone prone to stand alone
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A Tallahasee lassie asked me
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(Wes, how can you rap so rough, but yet classy?)
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'Cause I'm smooth
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Making the people move
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It's like a cruise when ya take two two-twenty-twos
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That's a full forty four times more than a migraine
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Unexplained like an unsolved mind game
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The mastermind is defined as the Maestro
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Nitroglycerine sizzlin' hype so
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Comin' 'em on with a scent of napalm
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Droppin' the bomb as I raise my baton on
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And on the dawn
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Inject the venom in
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MC's like a late dose of heroin
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Cripplin'
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Suckers be stagerrin'
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I smoke the piece, D does the daggerrin'
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On the Technics, he'll tomohawk it
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Are you ready for the drop (yeah)
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Then drop it
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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United States United Kingdom
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The rhymes I bring them spread like syndromes
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T.O. mixed it, New York pressed it
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