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[maestro fresh wes]
i´m a ruler, that´s how i reign
i do to rap what the mona lisa does to the frame
rid ´em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo
i ain´t kiddin´, they jock my portfolio
played it wise, hit the studio
rock international, now they call me julio
mcs have died, becuase i have killed them
some older than me but yet children
some veterans knew the fear
because rap is not a joke, this game´s for real
sucker boys cuss me, females rush me
when i off the set, my homeboys they touch me
wes, you ate ´em up like a feast
no need to use an uzi, when the mic´s my piece

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"bang on"
"i´m murdering mc"
"bang on"
"i´m murdering mc"
"bang on"
"i´m murdering mc"
-- scratching by dj ltd --
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[maestro fresh wes]
some use a uzi, some a machete
you wanna test fresh wes, well i´m ready
the mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
the mic that´s a trigger -bang- and i pull it
too late for prayer, dee is a slayer
wes rocks the mics like a hoops to isaiah
the player, the pimp that mcs are risking
you´ll get decked like clay decked liston
-bang-
where did the punch come from?
was it before, or after the drum
ltd will be the referee
saying ´punk tell me how many fingers you see´
the m-i-c is my p-i-e-c-e
the maestro needs no mc
like a beast i beat while my rhymes release
i can say -bang- my mic´s my piece
a bag of lsd and my dj does needles
lyrical dope my group ain´t feeble
zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two farenheit
cold getting paid if you´re a parasite
paraphrase, to parallel you´re paralyze
you´re paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize
i paragon, the paramont vocabulist
lyrical?????? paragraph can´t handle this
move, you might get mobbed
there´s a method ot my madness, don´t mock my monologue
i´m like a beast when my rhyme´s released, like a sayss(?)
-bang- ´cause my mic´s my piece

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[maestro fresh wes]
i walk around town looking at these clowns
thinking about my cold crisp build to brown
i sweat the coloured clown, this is what i mean
i´m not american, my hundred dollar bill ain´t green
i´m from north of the border, keep it in order
beats like the freak from the latin quarter
though i´m down with the t-o scene
i don´t hang with no polo team
no charade, a parade i´m here to envade
x-rate, excess, escalate this escapade
i fancy girl like she don´t exist
exercise the dip, watch the exorcist
extreme 360, necks will snap
she wrote my rhythmn, received the whiplash
executed, extracted, she´s attracted
to the maestro, uhh, distracted
in distress, she´s hyperactive
be jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid
that´s why allow the sultan to rap
the aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph
every title you held been stripped off
love torn ego with a busted up lip
when i start firing i never cease
i get hyped, when -bang- the mic´s my piece

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[maestro fresh wes]
yeah

like franklin, columbo, i´m jumble-la
i can run so low, try to obtain my status
don´t they know how long i´ve been at this
call me a new jack, that´s a dis
new jacks don´t rock like this
that´s absurb to me, don´t say a word to me
i´m from t-o that´s why you dun heard of me
yesterday, but now you´re listening
´cause i´m exploding like nitroglycerine
if i was from new york
i know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago
i had to try a little harder than the average
just to get a break, but now i´m doing damage
think that you´re a star, sorry charlie
got beef? talk to farley
´cause what i manifest is a masterpiece
dope rhymes are released when the mic´s my piece

some carry knives some carry guns
2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one
looking serious, flexing posing
you rub shoulders, step on toes and it´s -bang- over
you might get shafted
????????????????
too many want to brawl, i think i heard it all
hip hop kept niggas alive, gave prefer to ball
some want to party, but some do
i propagate against one of the brothers from my high school
real sad funeral, ask any pupil
i speak know this before this quadruple
some minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow
follow my???? before you´re blunt like pharoah
the mic is my weapon, with it i ain´t messing
no half stepping, i´m progressing
even when i die these lyrics will last
so roll over bethoveen ´cause the b-boy´s blastin´
show pen another gay, i leave you in awe
this array could bust an orchestra
i´m the maestro, my symphony can´t cease
too damn hype! -bang- when the mic´s my piece

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