[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I can't keep still, I can't keep calm
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I think I feel another brainstorm coming on
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Pure LSD, that's what I'm climbing
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Not Lucy in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming
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Lyrics so dope and microphones smoking
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Straight down your throat and that's why you're choking
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I ain't joking, that's why you're stifling
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Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap rifling
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Rhyming, no reurns or recycling
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A fresh batch to MCs I'm frightening
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Funky and fighting, stay in striking
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My brainstorm's like thunder and lightening
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Beats go boom, sound is in tune
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You're a joker, a riddler, I'm Dr. Doom
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You say doctor who? *echoed*
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I tell you, my symphony is you and your crew
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It's the danger dome using the Maestro zone
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Like Supertramp take the long way home
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I used to ill, now I build
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Rock rhymes like Bills(?) set up to kill
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When it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallor
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Like Al B., Maestro is sure
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Something's wrong, that's why I'm singing my song
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How long will this go on?
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When Ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging
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But when he clocked gold, they started tagging
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Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling
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"3 day later" he's from the islands
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Turn off my radio, turned up my stereo
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Day in and day out each and every day you know
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In Ontario the same old scenario
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They didn't hype Lennox Lewis just Mario *echoed*
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Egerton, broke necks in his hand
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But if his name was Shawn, they'd let him hang
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He be the main man, I be the witness
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It's the same in the music business
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'Cause I'm from T-O y'all are afraid to rate me
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You underestimate thee
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Intellect, while Farly Flex
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My rhymes on the cuts LTD selects
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I'm the Maestro
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"Fresh"
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"Wes"
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The Maestro
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"Fresh"
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"Wes"
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Maestro
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"Fresh"
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"Wes"
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You're a lyrical Lucifer, big beat burgular
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My monologue make me a mass murderer
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Microphone mangler, sucker boy strangler
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Walk(?) to my rhythmn raises rips in your Wranglers
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Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just quit
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Go be a pilitician because you talk 'nuff...
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'Nuff what? *echoed* 'Nuff shit because my rhymes you bit
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If you were a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit
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I'm a dentist, I'm going to drill ya
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You just a cavity creep, I'm going to fill ya
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After this appointment, I'm going to bill ya
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'Cause all you sucker sound so familiar
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I'm going go-got style, no innuendo
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I floss I float, you know, a crecendo
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Flex is upgrading, LTD's blading
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Like a waterfall, Maestro's cascading
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Evervessing(?), testing
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I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
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Hip hop waiter, rap oretorio
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Rhymes a gwan pouring out my portfolio
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Squeezing, not bleak or bland
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'Cause my vernacular is of a vintage brand
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I'm the Maestro, "Fresh"
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The Maestro, "Fresh"
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"I was born"
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A Don, because I'm like Don Won(sp?)
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The missing link between Tyson and the great Lynn Swan
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Punk, I really hate your rap
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I press the greater wax
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You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed*
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Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get some
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Play me in reverse take a sip of my redrum
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A reason rhyme murder, snap your verte-
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Brae make you sway away, that's a word of
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Wisdom, solely expressed
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To express with soul for W-E-S
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I may never win a Grammy, or a Juno
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But that's okay because I know that you know
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The undisputed, number one MC
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No rockstar could touch this poetry
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'Cause I'm the Maestro
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The Maestro, "Fresh" ** REPEAT 'TIL FADE **
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The Maestro
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| Maestro Fresh Wes |
