Maestro Fresh Wes - The Maestro Lyrics
[maestro fresh wes]I cant keep still, I cant keep calmI think I feel another brainstorm coming onPure lsd, thats what Im climbingNot lucy in the sky with diamonds Im rhymingLyrics so dope and microphones smokingStraight down your throat and thats why youre chokingI aint joking, thats why youre stiflingRebirth, retreat, Im rhythmn rap riflingRhyming, no reurns or recyclingA fresh batch to mcs Im frighteningFunky and fighting, stay in strikingMy brainstorms like thunder and lighteningBeats go boom, sound is in tuneYoure a joker, a riddler, Im dr. doomYou say doctor who? *echoed*I tell you, my symphony is you and your crewIts the danger dome using the maestro zoneLike supertramp take the long way homeI used to ill, now I buildRock rhymes like bills(? ) set up to killWhen it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallorLike al b., maestro is sureSomethings wrong, thats why Im singing my songHow long will this go on?When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they werent braggingBut when he clocked gold, they started taggingJump on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling3 day later hes from the islandsTurn off my radio, turned up my stereoDay in and day out each and every day you knowIn ontario the same old scenarioThey didnt hype lennox lewis just mario *echoed*Egerton, broke necks in his handBut if his name was shawn, theyd let him hangHe be the main man, I be the witnessIts the same in the music businesscause Im from t-o yall are afraid to rate meYou underestimate theeIntellect, while farly flexMy rhymes on the cuts ltd selectsIm the maestroFreshWesThe maestroFreshWesMaestroFreshWesYoure a lyrical lucifer, big beat burgularMy monologue make me a mass murdererMicrophone mangler, sucker boy stranglerWalk(? ) to my rhythmn raises rips in your wranglersRhymes dont fit, why dont you just quitGo be a pilitician because you talk nuff...nuff what? *echoed* nuff shit because my rhymes you bitIf you were a dollar bill, youd be counterfit, illegitIm a dentist, Im going to drill yaYou just a cavity creep, Im going to fill yaAfter this appointment, Im going to bill yacause all you sucker sound so familiarIm going go-got style, no innuendoI floss I float, you know, a crecendoFlex is upgrading, ltds bladingLike a waterfall, maestros cascadingEvervessing(? ), testingI vocalize your baptize, cause my rhymes youre blessingHip hop waiter, rap oretorioRhymes a gwan pouring out my portfolioSqueezing, not bleak or blandcause my vernacular is of a vintage brandIm the maestro, freshThe maestro, freshI was bornA don, because Im like don won(sp? )The missing link between tyson and the great lynn swanPunk, I really hate your rapI press the greater waxYoure absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed*Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get somePlay me in reverse take a sip of my redrumA reason rhyme murder, snap your verte-Brae make you sway away, thats a word ofWisdom, solely expressedTo express with soul for w-e-sI may never win a grammy, or a junoBut thats okay because I know that you knowThe undisputed, number one mcNo rockstar could touch this poetrycause Im the maestroThe maestro, fresh ** repeat til fade **
