Maestro Fresh Wes - Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn Lyrics
Chours:1 oclock, 2 oclock, 3 oclock rockTo the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hopPut this in yo collectionFresh wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsynIm coming straight out of canadaFar from an amateurLts my dj, flex is my managerI flow so nice so theyre calling me the maestroJust pass the microphone***** the light showReal rap is in effectAnd Im out to get wrecked on the mic-mecWhen I make a mic-checkNot on the sloppy tipIm harder than a hockey stickExciting niggas like italians in a rocky flickAdrianWatch me flow slow or flow fastIll even make a spanish brother say no massIm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting youHold your smoking ass cheap shit, itll eventually catch up to youI can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspireShes on my back like my names jacobey and myer,(whats your name? )Its fresh-wes with the sweeter beatsI make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheatChorusI got more rhymes than brits in a cathedralMy cerebral is lethalNobodys equal, my peopleWanna hear a funky new style so get with itNo dibby-dibby-dibby mcs are permittedIm wrecking it good(what else)Collecting, injecting, and checking it good(where? )Lake edna or your neck of the woodsIm getting more blow than chuck mangeonyNot a phonyBut joanie wanted me for holy matrimonyGirls like my flavor cause I jam harderLets have a nice quiet dateYou, me, and my camcorderIts like a power-burst, Im more than just an hours worthI get down and dirty, but uh honeyTake a shower firstYou cant tell me that the bros soft,I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes offBut thats a different chapterIve even got more rhymes than theres groupies of jack the rapper,On the microphone I slice you and make you say(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)Now is the apocolypseMcs are clocking thisThey say they got skills but all Im seeing is a flock of lipsAcapella, or over a drum trackIm funkier than a group of jamacians after sun splashChorusThe word maestro is teacher in italianoIm from toronto, causing drama on the the verazonoSo come and check a real proGrab the peice of steal, yoI make a black activist say(yes, thats my neigro)When I said the mics my peice I really meant itSo just like the blue jays, Im out to win the pennantSo sucker chill, cause every head I struck I killedOh, I dont know, is it just me, or am I really that *****ing illChorus
