The Maestro

[Maestro Fresh Wes]

I can't keep still, I can't keep calm

I think I feel another brainstorm coming on

Pure LSD, that's what I'm climbing

Not Lucy in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming

Lyrics so dope and microphones smoking

Straight down your throat and that's why you're choking

I ain't joking, that's why you're stifling

Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap rifling

Rhyming, no reurns or recycling

A fresh batch to MCs I'm frightening

Funky and fighting, stay in striking

My brainstorm's like thunder and lightening

Beats go boom, sound is in tune

You're a joker, a riddler, I'm Dr. Doom

You say doctor who? *echoed*

I tell you, my symphony is you and your crew

It's the danger dome using the Maestro zone

Like Supertramp take the long way home

I used to ill, now I build

Rock rhymes like Bills(?) set up to kill

When it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallor

Like Al B., Maestro is sure

Something's wrong, that's why I'm singing my song

How long will this go on?

When Ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging

But when he clocked gold, they started tagging

Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling

"3 day later" he's from the islands

Turn off my radio, turned up my stereo

Day in and day out each and every day you know

In Ontario the same old scenario

They didn't hype Lennox Lewis just Mario *echoed*

Egerton, broke necks in his hand

But if his name was Shawn, they'd let him hang

He be the main man, I be the witness

It's the same in the music business

'Cause I'm from T-O y'all are afraid to rate me

You underestimate thee

Intellect, while Farly Flex

My rhymes on the cuts LTD selects

I'm the Maestro

"Fresh"

"Wes"

The Maestro

"Fresh"

"Wes"

Maestro

"Fresh"

"Wes"

You're a lyrical Lucifer, big beat burgular

My monologue make me a mass murderer

Microphone mangler, sucker boy strangler

Walk(?) to my rhythmn raises rips in your Wranglers

Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just quit

Go be a pilitician because you talk 'nuff...

'Nuff what? *echoed* 'Nuff shit because my rhymes you bit

If you were a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit

I'm a dentist, I'm going to drill ya

You just a cavity creep, I'm going to fill ya

After this appointment, I'm going to bill ya

'Cause all you sucker sound so familiar

I'm going go-got style, no innuendo

I floss I float, you know, a crecendo

Flex is upgrading, LTD's blading

Like a waterfall, Maestro's cascading

Evervessing(?), testing

I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing

Hip hop waiter, rap oretorio

Rhymes a gwan pouring out my portfolio

Squeezing, not bleak or bland

'Cause my vernacular is of a vintage brand

I'm the Maestro, "Fresh"

The Maestro, "Fresh"

"I was born"

A Don, because I'm like Don Won(sp?)

The missing link between Tyson and the great Lynn Swan

Punk, I really hate your rap

I press the greater wax

You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed*

Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get some

Play me in reverse take a sip of my redrum

A reason rhyme murder, snap your verte-

Brae make you sway away, that's a word of

Wisdom, solely expressed

To express with soul for W-E-S

I may never win a Grammy, or a Juno

But that's okay because I know that you know

The undisputed, number one MC

No rockstar could touch this poetry

'Cause I'm the Maestro