[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
the maestro, "fresh" -- repeat ´til fade --