Drop The Needle

Drop the Needle

INTRO

The Maestro

Fresh Wes

The symphony

Is in full effect

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

Let your backbone slide

Let it slip, let the rhythm rip

While my lyrics leave my lips

Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages

Watch a brother roamin' on stages

Name rings a bell from state to state

Province to province till you can't escape

It's radius a margin

Bruisin' bargin'

Blowin' away blockades and still chargin'

Up the crowd while the introducer

Says the name they get looser looser

Maestro Maestro with magnitude

That's longer than the lines of latitude

Going tropic to tropic

Topic to topic

yo are you ready for the drop (yeah)

then drop it

CHORUS

"Drop the needle" X6

Bust it

"Drop the needle"

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

The needle drops like a pistol pops

Rocks the whole crowd, they can't stop

Ladies wave and rave like slaves

With this sound wave the guys misbehave

I pave a road where the poems explode from

Globe to globe, earlobe to earlobe

Started at zero now they Xerox it

Zipcode to zipcode I should ziplock it

They won't stop the chumps they just chop it

Chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it

On the homeplate, and I hate

To hear my rhymes of a different rate

I should ostracize the eyes of spies

And destroy all districs for disguise

Dope

In the form of the highest mind

Of a hip-hop goliath rhymes

Make it easy to cruise

You get bruised if you're not enthused

Silence is lost as the holocaust comes down

When Wes goes off on the microphone

Cord or cordless

It don't matter cause I rock the fresh vest

Hiroshima havoc and hurricane

LTD is on the cut Maestro's the name

The needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic

As I watch 'em drip

D draws back the wax like a bow

The bass is the arrow to break bow and arrow and

Blast it, off like a rocket

Again are you ready for the drop

(yeah)

Then drop it

M-A-E-S-T-R-O

Smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow

I'll be smoother

Runnin' like silk

Starin' at the mountains as melodies are built

Like Everest I'm ever ready for the crossfade

I have a vest never fest just cascade

I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on

And tell two friends

so on and so on (so on, so on)

I ain't passive

I lamp with the dope state massive

Down with Scarborough

Down with the jungle

Down with Michee Mee

Down with Rumble

Down with Self Defense from flemo

This was a hit before it was a demo

Went to the studio with Pete

And Anthony to lay down the beats

And now, it's just too damn sweet

I'm the voice in the Sonys walking down the street

Drop it

CHORUS

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

(yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)

"Drop the needle"

I wear a black tuxedo

Black tuxedo

Black-black-black (oh my God)

A black tuxedo with the cumberband damn

Talk slang while the ladies hang

Runnin' more hoes than clothes to a pimp

Rhymes so rugged they'll make you limp

Some MC's like to dance all night

But I like the brothers who can rock the mic

With bass and adrenaline big beats but then again

Nowadays most rappers sound feminine

Soft *echoed*

They come off weak and they're so-so

I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo

Thousand pages of poems make the microphone prone to stand alone

A Tallahasee lassie asked me

(Wes, how can you rap so rough, but yet classy?)

'Cause I'm smooth

Making the people move

It's like a cruise when ya take two two-twenty-twos

That's a full forty four times more than a migraine

Unexplained like an unsolved mind game

The mastermind is defined as the Maestro

Nitroglycerine sizzlin' hype so

Comin' 'em on with a scent of napalm

Droppin' the bomb as I raise my baton on

And on the dawn

Inject the venom in

MC's like a late dose of heroin

Cripplin'

Suckers be stagerrin'

I smoke the piece, D does the daggerrin'

On the Technics, he'll tomohawk it

Are you ready for the drop (yeah)

Then drop it

CHORUS

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

United States United Kingdom

The rhymes I bring them spread like syndromes

T.O. mixed it, New York pressed it

All these def hits you can't test this

Rhyme still buggin' clock 'nuff duckets

No wait yo hold up hold up

Now fuck it

One hour flight and I'm captain

Like Jason I'ma take Manhattan

Each ceremony and every seminar

On LMR i'm hard, you're gonna get scarred

I run a dead pool every rapper dread this

Boys be pain at the naming of the dead list

Or the red list the blood shed fest

Fist to fist on the mic you're left headless

They broke into the vault like Capone

Didn't find jack so they all went home

My vault could never be opened I locked it

Punks be scopin' or hopin' to pop it

'89 is mine you can't stop it

Are you ready for the drop (yeah)

Then drop it

CHORUS

OUTRO

Now freak me

"Are you ready"

"Hit it Maestro" <-- scratched by DJ LTD