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1 oand'clock, 2 oand'clock, 3 oand'clock rock
to the beat that i drop when i flip my hip-hop
put this in yoand' collection
fresh wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn
iand'm coming straight out of canada
far from an amateur
ltand's my dj, flex is my manager
i flow so nice so theyand're calling me the maestro
just pass the microphone
fuck the light show
real rap is in effect
and iand'm out to get wrecked on the mic-mec
when i make a mic-check
not on the sloppy tip
iand'm harder than a hockey stick
exciting niggas like italianand's in a rocky flick
adrian
watch me flow slow or flow fast
iand'll even make a spanish brother say no mass
iand'm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
hold your smoking ass cheap shit, itand'll eventually catch up to you
i can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspire
sheand's on my back like my nameand's jacobey and myer,
(whatand's your name?)
itand's fresh-wes with the sweeter beats
i make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheat
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i got more rhymes than brits in a cathedral
my cerebral is lethal
nobodyand's equal, my people
wanna hear a funky new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby mcand's are permitted
iand'm wrecking it good
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and checking it good
(where?)
lake edna or your neck of the woods
iand'm getting more blow than chuck mangeony
not a phony
but joanie wanted me for holy matrimony
girls like my flavor cause i jam harder
letand's have a nice quiet date
you, me, and my camcorder
itand's like a power-burst, iand'm more than just an hours worth
i get down and dirty, but uh honey
take a shower first
you canand't tell me that the broand's soft,
i do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but thatand's a different chapter
iand've even got more rhymes than thereand's 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 apocolypse
mcand's are clocking this
they say they got skills but all iand'm seeing is a flock of lips
acapella, or over a drum track
iand'm funkier than a group of jamacians after sun splash
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the word maestro is teacher in italiano
iand'm from toronto, causing drama on the the verazono
so come and check a real pro
grab the peice of steal, yo
i make a black activist say
(yes, thatand's my neigro)
when i said the micand's my peice i really meant it
so just like the blue jays, iand'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, and'cause every head i struck i killed
oh, i donand't know, is it just me, or am i really that fucking ill
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