** Intro/Skit skipped **
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I'm a ruler, that's how I reign
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I do to rap what the Mona Lisa does to the frame
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Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo
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I ain't kiddin', they jock my portfolio
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Played it wise, hit the studio
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Rock international, now they call me Julio
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MCs have died, becuase I have killed them
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Some older than me but yet children
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Some veterans knew the fear
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Because rap is not a joke, this game's for real
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Sucker boys cuss me, females rush me
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When I off the set, my homeboys they touch me
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Wes, you ate 'em up like a feast
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No need to use an Uzi, when the mic's my piece
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CHORUS
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"Bang on"
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"I'm murdering MC"
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"Bang on"
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"I'm murdering MC"
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"Bang on"
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"I'm murdering MC"
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** Scratching by DJ LTD **
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REPEAT
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Some use a Uzi, some a machete
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You wanna test Fresh Wes, well I'm ready
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The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
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The mic that's a trigger *BANG* and I pull it
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Too late for prayer, dee is a slayer
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Wes rocks the mics like a hoops to Isaiah
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The player, the pimp that MCs are risking
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You'll get decked like Clay decked Liston
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*BANG*
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Where did the punch come from?
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Was it before, or after the drum
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LTD will be the referee
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Saying 'punk tell me how many fingers you see'
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The M-I-C is my P-I-E-C-E
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The Maestro needs no MC
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Like a beast I beat while my rhymes release
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I can say *BANG* my mic's my piece
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A bag of LSD and my DJ does needles
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Lyrical dope my group ain't feeble
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Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two farenheit
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Cold getting paid if you're a parasite
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Paraphrase, to parallel you're paralyze
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You're paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize
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I paragon, the paramont vocabulist
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Lyrical ?????? paragraph can't handle this
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Move, you might get mobbed
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There's a method ot my madness, don't mock my monologue
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I'm like a beast when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(?)
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*BANG* 'cause my mic's my piece
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I walk around town looking at these clowns
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Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown
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I sweat the coloured clown, this is what I mean
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I'm not American, my hundred dollar bill ain't green
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I'm from North of the border, keep it in order
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Beats like the freak from the Latin Quarter
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Though I'm down with the T-O scene
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I don't hang with no polo team
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No charade, a parade I'm here to envade
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X-rate, excess, escalate this escapade
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I fancy girl like she don't exist
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Exercise the dip, watch the exorcist
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Extreme 360, necks will snap
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She wrote my rhythmn, received the whiplash
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Executed, extracted, she's attracted
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To the Maestro, UHH, distracted
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In distress, she's hyperactive
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Be jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid
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That's why allow the sultan to rap
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The aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph
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Every title you held been stripped off
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Love torn ego with a busted up lip
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When I start firing I never cease
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I get hyped, when *BANG* the mic's my piece
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Yeah
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Like Franklin, Columbo, I'm jumble-la
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I can run so low, try to obtain my status
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Don't they know how long I've been at this
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Call me a new jack, that's a dis
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New jacks don't rock like this
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That's absurb to me, don't say a word to me
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I'm from T-O that's why you dun heard of me
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Yesterday, but now you're listening
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'Cause I'm exploding like nitroglycerine
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If I was from New York
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I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago
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I had to try a little harder than the average
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Just to get a break, but now I'm doing damage
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Think that you're a star, sorry Charlie
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Got beef? talk to Farley
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'Cause what I manifest is a masterpiece
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Dope rhymes are released when the mic's my piece
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Some carry knives some carry guns
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2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one
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Looking serious, flexing posing
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You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's *BANG* over
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You might get shafted
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Too many want to brawl, I think I heard it all
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Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball
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Some want to party, but some do
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