Intro:
Well this is the Maestro
I have the doctorate for all things
It's just another one please
Opera:
Mi nuh want nuh idle jubbie
Fi come hackle my body I saaay
The gal dem all a run mi dung
The gal dem all a hunt mi dung
The gal dem all a draw mi dung
Through dem waan suck out mi tongue
Dem say jump spred out, jump spread out
Gal jump spread out and wiiiiine
Chorus:
A mi sey gal yuh a di wife
Man a treat yuh rite
Han up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Yuh a di wife, man a treat yuh rite
Hand up inna di air yuh naw mek no fight
Verse 1:
But mi sey, gal from yuh wine Paul Man lone yuh bad,
Man dem out a road dem see yuh body all a mad
Gal yuh know yuh cute
Yes dat a di truth
Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick yuh like fruit
Gal yuh body bright Dim all mi light
But mi naw go lef yuh cause yuh have di slam right
Wifey haffi vex cause mi gal a pest
As Mawga as mi be, a mi di gal dem a request
Chorus
Verse 2:
Well excuse mi boy
After di gal dem mi cry
Wine Suzy Wine
Wey dem a call vulgarity a exercise
Wine Angie wiine A di Jamaican gal dem yuh waan criticise
Wine baby wine
The more remarks them pass
The more yuh bun them eyes
When yuh wine Patsy wine
A whey mi say
Face an the shape an di body whey yuh have
Bare as yuh dare X rated an mad
All a gal a push up, tell a gal sey she hot
Three is a crowd an yuh naw carry no bag
Wifey batter try get rid of the luggage
Matey out a road tek you husband fi carriage
She all a use allum fi try encourage
One night with him yuh wife inna worries
Waait
Opera
Chorus
Repeat Verse 1
Choclair]
Now on the twenty sixth
The day after the holyest
I met this dark skinned black
Girl that was stacked
Brown eyes that mesmorized my mind and kept me locked
Doing night rides, just make a pit stop at Bluffers Park
Watch the sun rise, sick and I, then we hit the thighs
We can do it all, then we did it all, had a ball
Going out for dinner with these candlelights crackin'
Making love on the beach straight up, like spankin' it
I love the ruby red lips, Onyx skin color
Liked her more than all the others
For real, she's my lady
My strip bonafide, at times, drove me crazy
But never think twice to make a man feel nice
Cooked me a gold curry with some peas and rice
There was other girls around, but she would suffice
See, people called me whipped when I was at John Paul
But when my sugar cane hit the sugar walls that was all
The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall
She's the quintessential
Pedistal she was on
Held the monumental
It's no lie, in my eye she's a diamond in the ruff
Kept her buff, so she shine
[Chorus: In Essence]
You make me feel like I'm all in love
You are the only one I think of
Quintessential love, quintessential love
You are the only one
Make me feel so in love
Quintessential love, quintessential love
[Black-1]
Sippin' Bailey, smokin' sess when I first met you
Steady flashin', I be askin'
What's your name, what's your sign, who you with
If you don't mind Miss Quintessential
A perfect physical facial
Swap digits, plan dates, yo we hit late shows
Went down to Lake Shore, my chocolate Laura Secord
At the seaport, aires earthborn, independent
Make bucks, when we argue, make enough for sure
Room three, constolation resort
Me, my philly, sight see mega city ends
caramel complex, coconut skin
Feelings for you, you make a brother wanna sing (what)
You make a brother wanna sing
[Chorus]
[Maestro]
It's unanimous
G-O-D got his hand in this
no televangelist can hang with this and do his thing with this
Honey got the meanest style, the sweetest smile
Body from the amazon, face from the Fuji Isle
Her name's Tina-ray, father was a green beret
I went to Lamarou, she went to Cedebrey
Nothing's purer, she stimulated my medula
Luteniat Uhura, rock, it shines like a jewler
On the down low, she might smoke a little wreffer
Watchin' Living Single when Latifah play Khadijah
Other brothers try to cash it
But honeys got assets like Angela Bassett
Chicken heads could never match it
Very ambitious, funny and affectionate
In public she's a lady, in bed, we triple-xin' it
Even mom loves her, she's gettin' mega props
She's forever hot, plus she cooks a mean pepper pot
A hype lover, she'd make a nice mother
She got me open, like Toni Braxton on the vibe cover
She's sweet as candy, always understand me
I take her by the hand and we skate like Ty and Randy
Her magic glass hole, got me tellin' the truth
Her braclets plot my game, so I couldn't seduce
She kissed me on the cheek and told me simple and plain
On her birthday, she wanted an invisible plane
Chorus:
Brother's analyzing it
Other's strategizing it
416 or 905 who got the liver shit
Holocaust and homicidal shit rap scholar
Off the Walla, content heart Mic brawla
Brother's analyzing it
Other's strategizing it
416 or 905 who got the liver shit
Holocaust and homicidal shit rap scholar
Off the Walla, content heart mic brawla
Verse 1:
Peep the chemistry you niggaz couldn't fuck wit my legacy
Full court furry reign and microphone supremacy
First time my father breathed
Super star scholar seed Apollo creed notes'll make a brawler bleed
Rhyme record the microphone's a deadly murder weapon
Like Albe Shore's eyebrows shots be connecting
You ain't shit to me
Don't ever think of dissin' wit your sinistry
My ministry your wizardry writin' in calligraphy
Gothic my facial feature's like a prophet
You can't stop it I'm taking money out your pockets
I got crazy stamina far from an amateur
I'm representin Canada
Fuck you and your manager
I write smarter I strike harder
Brother's duck and cover up
Sorta like Clinton wit whitewater
Toronto golden child you know the dial
My flow is wild hitting Balboa style and never go to trial
The illa vet on the slicker set
Wit the bigger threat
I make a nigga flex
Fuck his bitch at the Cineplex
The rap champion from Brampton to the Hamptons
I keep the party ampin
Wit the mic temper tantrums
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
You pugilist or ludicrist
You either new to dis or taking buddah hits
I got the brain of 2 computer chips
(?) melly mel and dem
You'll never win, old school adrenaline
Verbal arsonist, larcenist slash narcissist
Rap styles nasty like a prostitute on jarvisist
Son I got the flyer brain
Rhymes so raw, I'm the brother who inspired Kane
Flow onto a higher plain
The beat maker, idol maker title taker
The fly flavor vocabulary skyscraper
Scam got the phater tracks
Tough like a battle cap
Props like word baccarat
Halifax and hacky sacks
Maestro's flavor's tight
I'm gonna reign tonight
Even Kanenites loves the way I flame the mic
Get the realist props at the meanest spots
Your girls on my jock you get tequila shots
Every time a needle drops
I be the rap savior from Asia to Malaysia
The 3 black kids from Yellowknife know I'm mega strife
Keep your eye on this rap scientist
Bitch niggaz still trying to do what I done in 89 and shit
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Yo my dialogue brings attention
Sorta like the Shawshank redemption
I start adversaries wit the lyrics that I mention
I put a pro to shame niggaz know my name
Brother bow when they see me as if Jahova came
I got the betta shit forever slick
Peep the predicates
Bruce Banner grammar spray gamma ray
Don't make my sweater rip
I put a hoe in cheak
The microphone'll wreck
It's like a dime wit' no effect
Every time I blow connect
Fuck the calvelry I'm rolling wit the royal family
From Galilee to Bramely it's all about a salary
I eat you like a can o' Spam
I kick the framelan I slam a man
I ring more bells than Alexander Graham
Verbal Masicist who could flow as fast as this
Surpassing this fuck around your ass is hist'
It's a mystery
I be the first platinum act in history
I read the source article
Thanx for missing me
(Chorus)
Dean park, Dean park
My nigga Dime
My nigga Moses
featuring Percee P
Pray to the east, pray to the east...
Yeah
I got my man in the studio
One of the illest MC's in the world
Rhyme Inspector Percee P
Kick some flavor for 94, baby
Pray to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around, nigga, pray to the east ( 2x )
[ Percee P ]
Your skills lack while I'm still strapped
With real raps, and feel that I should kill wack
Niggas that peel caps and that ill crap
Bigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the set
Niggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck
Watch ya chin, nigga, Ho-chi-min when I rock my shit
When it comes to props I get lots of it
I can get Madonna, money, your threats are minor
And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama
Drippin with my cassette behind her
Got more band trail than your hand's sellin
Fans scalin, jam railin like it's Van Halen
Skills scored high on billboards, I kill frauds
Get real applausesteal broads' hearts at will force
Hate a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to god
Don't say a hard verse worse than a plate of lard
Percee P wanted for first degree
Murder, since you heard it first from me, you worshipped me
Fuckin threat, you heard nothin yet
No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or upper-jet
Mastered art, yo, when I flow something drastic starts
Speed up a bastard's heart, great like jurassic park
I cut you up like a sharp machete blade
Swear to god, only card you can pull if it's Medicaid
Done with all this gun shit, fuck who you run with, son split
The only thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick
[ Maestro Fresh Wes ]
I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas compell to bite
I swell the mic when I like, fatter than cellulite
I injure ears of engineers, sendin em into cheers
Bringin my peers into tears, don't interfere
Critics know I pack a wicked blow
I put you in a clinic, so forget it like Riddick Bowe
Nigga, go to hell, I flow so well
Find another brother or mother or hoe to tell
Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna sell? Very well
I send you back because you bring the wack
I'm into rap, I interact with empty tracks
Locked in, wack muthafuckas are blockin
The Top 10 while the black radio jocks spin
The calmer vibe, the modified
I like the harder side, Jeffrey Dahmer tried, but died
More words than a hour of scrabble, I got the power to battle
Skadaddle or get devoured like the Tower of Babel
Adversaries are snotty, some compare me to Gotti
I bury a body, then carry a shotie
The maestro rips the psycho shit
Brain like a microchip, and I'ma excite you with
The smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to prison
Who choose to listen while I use my U-4 missiles
Collectin the pesos from a stage show
Gettin fellatio from a h-o (why) because I say so
My ratio expands as I wreck lands
Makin def jams like Redman and X Clan
I'ma nail the genitalia from Australia to Somalia
Cause I'm smooth, just like a sailor
I damage em all, bitches give me casual calls
I'm slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls
Drums are fat over funky tracks
Like Perce every verse could make your lung collapse
I'm extra-nice, who's next to slice?
Before you step to mics, nigga, check with christ
You better
Pray to the east, pray to the east
Before you fuck around nigga pray to the east...
[Maestro]
This joint's dedicated to all emcees
Yo, stay focused with this
A'ight
Stay strong, stay dedicated
Maestro
Check it out, yo
Yeah yeah, yo
I'm still smashin' it
So compassionate
House of Commons want me on the cabinet
The graduate who got the phattest shit
I splatter shit
Niggas better scatter when I'm splashin' it
Flashin' it
Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit
I made the city hot
Rhymes makin' niggas drop
Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts
Then I built the strategy
Gradualy, I planned to be
The greatest from the city
Brothers started stabbin' me
Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this
Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn't shine like this
It ain't my fault that my song's phat
It ain't my fault that my pops loved my mom, black
I made the bomb track
Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets
I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest
When my track was released, you noticed me
Toronto prodigy of poetry
Even white chicks were faintin' over me
The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross
It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss
You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop
I left in ninety two, it's like the fukin' industry stopped
But it's on, don't panic
Emcees stay frantic
It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
[Chorus: Wade O. Brown]
We're gonna make it happen
We're gonna make it shine
We're gonna make it happen
It's a race against our time
Oh, oh, oh
We're gonna make it happen
[Maestro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I remember when my pops took me to this lady
She said she couldn't beleive how many shady people wanna slay me
She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you
But don't sweat it, your ancestors will protect you
Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn't move
Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song
Who could it be now
A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit
(go figure)
In life I learned cats'll try to hurt you
That's why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle
Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry
Didn't love me at all
But to shine, they wanted to marry
Sayin' "let's sex tonight", but I'm a skeptic type
It's a rougher world
That's why it's tough to trust a girl
Never the less I'm maintainin', with pure determination
Two junos, plus ten nominations
No way I'm gonna crumble, I stayed humble
I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble
T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out
Gave love, but didn't have to sweat the brothers down south
It's on, don't panic, emcees stay frantic
It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
[Chorus]
[Wade O. Brown]
I know, for sure
That we're bound to make it
In time, we'll find
It's the sky of ?????
Oh oh oh
We're gonna make it happen
We're gonna make it, We're gonna make it
[Maestro]
Yeah
You could never make the city smile
You're Conway Twitty style
Silly pile for real
You ain't a willy child
I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone
Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone
I elevated you, you know who educated you
Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two
Now I'm comin' back
I got the stunning tracks
Spreadin' love to all my peeps and show the younger cats
Hit 'em with the phattest songs
Fuck the sprint, it's a marathon
I seen alot of shit, now I'm passin' it on
I love Redman and Naughty shit
But now I'm on some Barry Gordy shit
I need another forty hit
It's on, don't panic
Emcees stay frantic
It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
It's on, don't panic
Emcees stay frantic
It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
[Chorus]
(yo yo, yo yo)
Yeah
Here's some food for thought
(you love to hear the story, again and again)
[Chorus]
This is the shit that niggas die for
The shit they breath for
Sweat and cry for
Sacrafice their life for
Civlized turned to savages
Mainly out for lavish gifts
Check the story, check the story
This is the shit that niggas pray for, every night
And take bullets ricochet
Some would even slay for
Civilized turned to savages
Mainly out for lavish gifts
Check the story, check the story
Yo, I knew a brother named G
G was heavy weight
Niggas tried to emulate
Sellin' weight's how he did it
Out to make another G
Never finger-printed
Neighborhood drug lord, he'd make you say
(G) how'd he do it?
Had the blocked locked down
Pullin' levers out for treasures
Like black ceaser with the ledges
G smoked Benson off his hedges
Crack conisour, ghetto godfather
Got you checkin' out the saga
I remember when he made a few bucks
They called him Poo, but
That was way before he blew up
He grew up
But still he wasn't easy
G was movin' speedy
His team started to say
(This mother fucker's gettin' greedy)
Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed
Didn't like the way he started to flex
(what the fuck's he gettin' vexed?)
Club hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin'
G'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottin'
To stop him
Making mad dough like Pablo
>From sellin' mad blow
But he didn't wanna share the cash flow
So the same old niggas that rode and strolled wit' him
(what'd they do, man?)
Put a fuckin' hole in 'em
[Chorus]
I knew a brother named O
A super pimp nigga
Had hookers on the stroll
He'd make you wanna say (oh oh)
Making pesos
Every single time an H-O would give felecio
(to who?)
Every Tom, Dick or Pedro
Wit' a sentence
I seen him turn a seven day eventess into an apprentince
Many wifes into wenches
Renlentless
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the runway
Then he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St. Agnus
Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex
Crazy pompous, he never had a concious
When Candace fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious
The nigga flipped on a dime
(What'd he do, son?)
He gave the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times
When she came to, that was it, she was fed
(What'd she do?)
pull out a twenty two and shot him in the head
[Chorus]
I knew a brother named D
Livin' on the edge
Knew how to make papes, but he didn't know the ledge
Made a pledge to be the top baller
(and) street baller
Made cash in large portions
A fortune of extortion
And embezelment
D was never hesitant to stage a heist
He'd raise the price to take a life
Jewelry always glazin' nice
Leavin' folks in broken arms
D was always totin' johns
(did he ever read the bible?)
Nah, D was never po' in songs
Strictly out for makin' cabbage
He'd break and damage
His estate was lavish
Coke up his nasal passage
One day, he sat and realized the lives that he took
For the first time in his life, even D got shook
He went on hands and knees
And asked forgivness from Johova
But it was too late
He'd mixed the coke-stra with the nose-stra
He tried to leave the city
Tried to run from his job
He tried to turn his life around
He couldn't run from the mob
They found him, tied him up, 'bout to fill him with led
But before they took his life, check the words that they said
[Chorus]
(yo)
(G...O...D)
Chours:
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock
to the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hop
put this in yo' collection
Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn
I'm coming straight out of Canada
far from an amateur
LT's my DJ, Flex is my manager
I flow so nice so they're calling me the Maestro
just pass the microphone
fuck the light show
real rap is in effect
and I'm out to get wrecked on the mic-mec
when I make a mic-check
not on the sloppy tip
I'm harder than a hockey stick
exciting niggas like Italian's in a Rocky flick
Adrian
watch me flow slow or flow fast
I'll even make a Spanish brother say no mass
I'm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
hold your smoking ass cheap shit, it'll eventually catch up to you
I can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspire
she's on my back like my name's Jacobey and Myer,
(what's your name?)
it's Fresh-Wes with the sweeter beats
I make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheat
chorus
I got more rhymes than Brits in a cathedral
my cerebral is lethal
nobody's equal, my people
wanna hear a funky new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby MC's are permitted
I'm wrecking it good
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and checking it good
(where?)
Lake Edna or your neck of the woods
I'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
let's have a nice quiet date
you, me, and my camcorder
it's like a power-burst, I'm more than just an hours worth
I get down and dirty, but uh honey
take a shower first
you can't tell me that the bro's soft,
I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that's a different chapter
I've even got more rhymes than there'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
MC's are clocking this
they say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of lips
acapella, or over a drum track
I'm funkier than a group of Jamacians after sun splash
chorus
the word Maestro is teacher in Italiano
I'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, that's my neigro)
when I said the mic's my peice I really meant it
so just like the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, 'cause every head I struck I killed
oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking ill
chorus
(Sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x )
It's like a hot fudge drippin down
Drippin down, drippin
You got me trippin
I'm almost slippin
Genuine, one of a kind
Brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
[ VERSE 1 ]
As I walk into the room, it's easy to assume
A brother like me loves the girls with a boom
Coolin with my fellas, talkin how we makin ends
Walkin through the 'valley of the skins' like my nigga Trendz
Seen a hot dame, I had to kick game
Not a regular type of hottie I be seein on the train
Voluptous, I was presumtuous
So I had to step up, step up, step up to this
She said, "You can't handle this
I'm livin far from scandalous
I don't drink beers, don't smoke cannabis
Don't need a man for shit
I'm an independent chick
Salt-N-Pepa type of heffa, yeah, I'm on my own dick
Never actin pompous, I'm strictly conscious
Got goals in life that I'm tryin to accomplish
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar"
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
You shoulda seen it, hops, she raised my eyebrows
The way the titties went bang and that ass went pow
She said, "My hair's always done, nails always polished
Got knowledge, plus I go to a all-girl college"
I had to step in and started tellin her
"Baby look, all-girl college pussy ain't no better than the regular"
( Laughter ) She started laughin and said I was cute
But I ain't cute, you're cute with that skin-tight suit
You see what I'm sayin, I wasn't sweatin her
But my game was on point cause I was gettin her
Wettin her, lettin her
Check me out with her retina
Scopin that ass just like a predator
She said, "Wes, you're a real cool brother
Damn, why didn't I met you earlier this summer?"
I asked why, she said, "You got mad flavs
But I'm goin back to college and I leave in two days
But don't get me wrong, word to my moms
I'll be back for Thanksgiving, so you know I put you on"
You know I had a front like I was chillin
But deep down inside "Let's hit in now, money, fuck Thanksgiving"
I said, "Baby doll, don't play
You know a brother like me gives thanks every day"
She said, "Don't even try it, I'm far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name is Sugar
[ CHORUS ]
No additives, no preservatives
Strictly
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
No saccharin, no equal or sequel
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
A granulated, often imitated, never duplicated brown
(Sugar, sugar, sugar)
That's right
[ VERSE 3 ]
She said, "Wes, don't look at me as just sexual
I mean, I know I look good, but shit, I'm also intellectual
I caught ya peepin my behind
But we got so much in common, let our minds intwine"
"I hear what you're sayin," is what I told her
"And it seems like you got a good head on your shoulders
And yeah, I must admit that your style's slick
But fuck that Janet-Jackson-Let's-Wait-A-While shit"
She said, "The more we talk, the more I'm with this
But don't get me mixed up with all these other bitches
I just met you, I ain't with it, but I'll admit it
When I come back I might let you hit it
I can't play myself and look soft
Cause in 1994 you know I'm comin off
I got my act down pat, proud of bein black
Don't need a nigga for jack, and my pockets stay fat
A real good looker, far from a hooker
My first name's Brown and my last name's Sugar"
[ CHORUS]
[Maestro]
Who be the brother with the harder rap, sippin' coniac
You catch a heart attack, rest your cardiac
I'm takin' over the game, like black quaterbacks
And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map
Mr. Maes' in the flash, out to make a splash
Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash
Seen the gate open, I'll be there went it closes
Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima
I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina
You're appluading this, astrologist
Words flex like a nidlest
I'm writin' words like a Novelist
Paragraph's gonna bury ya
Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai
Get out the area
Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis
Adversaries, they master this
Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through
(Maestro's on the radio)
Crash crew knows I'm funky
Female rappers wanna hump me
Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee
Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips
Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips
Proper, I was the one who told Mase
Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka
[Chorus: Maestro, LaToya & Miranda]
416 to the 905
Put your hands up in the air, move 'em side to side
(We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all)
And everybody in the place from east to west
Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left
(We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all, you gotta..)
Come on, come on
[Maestro]
Yo yo yo
I put the afro in the desiac, you're feelin' that
Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?"
Makin' sure the deal's phat
Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks
Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac
Peep the way the Wes mingle, Toronto sex symbol
Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single
They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em
Wham bam, thank you ma'am
Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em
Bringin' mass to the media, thedia
Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia
Causin' pandemonium
Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em
How to rock the auditorium
Vocally, I get high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be
Poetry, laced with my potency
Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats
I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth
[Chorus]
[LaToya & Miranda]
Come on and do it
Do it
Yeah, come on, right
Come on and do it
What you wanna do?
Unh, what you gonna do?
Come on and do it
What you gonna do?
Maestro, what you gonna do?
[Maestro]
I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched
Formin' a creation you just can't match
2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics
We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights
We make it hot like a suana
More dope than marijuana
Metaphors got kick like Maradona
Like King Solomon, when I start polyin'
The whole metropolitan will start followin'
(the mad flavor kicker)
Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set
Watch how hot the fire get
I score wit' crazy chicks
Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick
Then I split to another spot (where?)
T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot
Know who makes the party hot
[Chorus]
There's been just a slight delay folks,
they just had a little technical problem, please be paitent.
You know you're gonna see one of the best
shows you've seen in a long, long time.
The Maestro will kick some butt here)
Back in this kid
Straight up and down
Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now, son
It's the Maes', baby
[Chorus]
Boo nigga, the heat's on nigga
Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't
Yo yo
From Galloway to Waterloo
I slaughter troops
Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt
Watchin' college hoops
Y'all don't wanna scuffle
That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey
You're faked to pull a muscle
In a tussle, I'd take you
Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit
(gotta break you)
Fuck you and your fake crew
I'm the deadliest verbal monster
Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka
The black Moses, I blessed you
Mr. Maes', back to the rescue
Got poetry to hoes and dress too
I'm top gunnin'
I'm over comin'
My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say
(mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin')
Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine
My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine
You'd best beleive
Even Lebanese chicks never leave
Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv
nigga
[Chorus]
I'm screamin' on all you emcees
Like Isrealites and white people
You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle
Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone
Mixed with cheeba
You'd never win, G
You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be
I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion
The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son)
From Brampton to the Hamptons
Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson
The brother with the phattest beats
From here to Anthens, Greece
I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece
It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend
Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein
[Maestro]
Who be the brother with the harder rap, sippin' coniac
You catch a heart attack, rest your cardiac
I'm takin' over the game, like black quaterbacks
And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map
Mr. Maes' in the flash, out to make a splash
Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash
Seen the gate open, I'll be there went it closes
Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses
Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima
I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina
You're appluading this, astrologist
Words flex like a nidlest
I'm writin' words like a Novelist
Paragraph's gonna bury ya
Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai
Get out the area
Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis
Adversaries, they master this
Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through
(Maestro's on the radio)
Crash crew knows I'm funky
Female rappers wanna hump me
Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee
Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips
Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips
Proper, I was the one who told Mase
Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka
Maestro]
Maestro
This joint over here is dedicated to all the single mommys
All the single mommys worldwide, this is for y'all
Maestro, just hold your head
For real, check this shit out
You're a black Mona Lisa named Tanisha
Bonafide features
Aires' my sign, you're a libre
Got my open on your Etheopian attitude
Your body queen of the empire, I feel your fire
Your eyes are hazel, and everytime that your perform graze my nasal
I wanna french kiss your naval
Got the joint I wanna put a lock on, box I wanna knock on
Give me a finger one time, I'll put a rock on
I used to dick many, I stick plenty
Now I sit back, relax, cool out
And meditate on a life I never thought of before
You got me open, look what's happenin'
I'll thoughts are vanishin'
I'm managin' to formulate goals and plans
Plus I know your daughter love me
'Cause everytime I leave your crib she wanna hug me
But don't sweat it, I'll treat her like my own
You're not alone, let's build a home
I'm in the zone
[Chorus: Jason Simmons]
We got it sewn, baby
We got it sewn
You're never alone
'Cause we got it sewn
[Maestro]
You make me wanna effervess when I hit your treasure chest
Never fess, finish college though, boo
Just one semester left
And they'll never be a cuter nurse, that's how I feel
It's me and you against the universe, you know the deal
I represent the land, you represent the water
Motivated by your strength, plus the way you raise your daughter
(on the real) She's a part of me, 'cause she's a party of you
To start a family, is what I wanna do
a lot of niggas can get a single mother stressed
Get the child attatched, then the brothers wanna jet
You know my repitoire, I'll never leave you
'Cause you're top-notch
Just like the cutie that my pops got
I hold it down with your crib still
I taught your daughter how to read and plus I'll help you keep your fridge
fill
So study hard, I got your back, you're not alone
Let's build a home, I'm in the zone
[Chorus]
[Jason Simmons]
I'll be the shoulder you can cry on
I'll always be around
No need to worry 'bout a thing
I'll never let you down
We got it sewn
[Maestro]
I never met a greater dime, you were made to shine
Single motherhood ain't easy, but you keep your state of mind
A special friend to me, your ebony shell is heavenly
Your pedigree, your feminity is givin' me energy
To make a flyer plan, movin' to a higher land
Fuck walkin' behind, boo, you walk beside your man
That's what the others say, but you got another way
Don't get out of bed, sweetheart, happy mothers day
You know the deal, I got your back, you're not alone
We got it sewn, Let's build a home
I'm in the zone
All the single mommys, just hold your head
Mr. Maes' signing out now
F/ Infinite
[Maestro]
Yeah
What you want what you want what you want
I'm Mr. Maest, and Infinite
CHORUS [Singers??] (Maestro) {Infinite
We got what you want
(Whatcha whatcha whatcha want)
We got what you need all night (all night)
We got what you want, (Mr. Maest in the place)
(You know we came wid it, we came wid it)
We got what you want
(Whatcha whatcha whatcha want)
We got what you need all night (all night)
We got what you want, {Infinite in the place
{Yo we came wid it, we came wid it
[Maestro]
I'm like the honorable Allajah, Mohammed
I throw knowledge, my flow solid, poetry so polished
Hit the 3 with 60, flowing infinitely
I got to get mine, Lockdown's rolling with me
Selling smash in the set
From Cataract to Quebec
You jepardizing like you're Alex Trebek
The penetration of my rhyme is like a hollow head
Your head's hollow, brothers wilding
I'm guiding your lift, making you follow
Ain't no stopping me or blocking me
I made the trigger fornicate with the nometry
Shining astronomically
I serenade with black roses
Spit explosives, you can't approach this
I leave your coma where your toes is
Rappers are hopeless, I told you stick to your vision
But the devil made you lose your focus
You didn't notice, this is T-Dot to Lebanon
Forever strong, we seperate your head
From you arm leg leg arm
CHORUS
[Infinite]
Yo, you first hear speaking, you ward(?) like wrong reason
Hold decent, grey smoke like clothes reakin
Hill beaken, like them hollow pipes leaking
Foreworks get lit up like long weekends
Some get hit with life trageties
And develop a gangster mentality, salute to my family
I'm long taking, bigorous like bloddy aprons
Boast with your own dose to tell your own people adios
That ice with your sleeve on it and that chain with your name on it
Light up the sky with your brain on it
It's all that I know, so that the way I come on it
It's all that I know, so you could put my f***ing name on it
Maest and Inf platinum hit with the flame on it
Rexdaily on it, send my blood with the aim on it
Spread out the six, those two commas and rain on it
And next year double the same on it
Yo, brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son
Been in this game a long, long, long time
Still strivin' though
Yo, ninety nine
It's the visine baby, it's the visine
I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies
F-o-y, sony, Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn
Many nights in Bedsty, blazin' trees out in Cali
With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly
Got Toronto's rap title to Maracitles
Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol
Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality
Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club
Listen, check my rendition
Performed for royalty and politicians
Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time
I was the one who used to say (eighty nine is mine)
I've seen a lot of valleys, I've seen a lot of peaks
I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition
[Chorus]
(these eyes) seen a lot of shame in the game
(these eyes) seen a lot of pain with the fame
(these eyes) seen a lot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
(these eyes) seen my name written in lights
(these eyes) I seen a lot of things in my life
(these eyes) seen a lot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary
Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me
So I recelect, remember Kid Capri
On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya neck
Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight
Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton
Makin' beats with S and gellin' them
Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me
Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy
Toa, Ice-T and Public Enemy
Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me
Couldn't stand to see a brother shine
Player haters always workin' overtime
I seen a lot of valleys, I seen a lot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition
[Chorus]
Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin'
Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen
I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice
Another song in the key of life
Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty
Seen God starin' in the mirror, black
I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless
I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan
I want my lyrics written out like esco
To show the rap world how the industry slept
So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on
Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along
I seen a lot of valleys, I seen a lot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision
I seen a lot of valleys, I seen a lot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, out
Chorus:
Brother's analyzing it
Other's strategizing it
416 or 905 who got the liver shit
Holocaust and homicidal shit rap scholar
Off the Walla, content heart Mic brawla
Brother's analyzing it
Other's strategizing it
416 or 905 who got the liver shit
Holocaust and homicidal shit rap scholar
Off the Walla, content heart mic brawla
Verse 1:
Peep the chemistry you niggaz couldn't fuck wit my legacy
Full court furry reign and microphone supremacy
First time my father breathed
Super star scholar seed Apollo creed notes'll make a brawler bleed
Rhyme record the microphone's a deadly murder weapon
Like Albe Shore's eyebrows shots be connecting
You ain't shit to me
Don't ever think of dissin' wit your sinistry
My ministry your wizardry writin' in calligraphy
Gothic my facial feature's like a prophet
You can't stop it I'm taking money out your pockets
I got crazy stamina far from an amateur
I'm representin Canada
Fuck you and your manager
I write smarter I strike harder
Brother's duck and cover up
Sorta like Clinton wit whitewater
Toronto golden child you know the dial
My flow is wild hitting Balboa style and never go to trial
The illa vet on the slicker set
Wit the bigger threat
I make a nigga flex
Fuck his bitch at the Cineplex
The rap champion from Brampton to the Hamptons
I keep the party ampin
Wit the mic temper tantrums
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
You pugilist or ludicrist
You either new to dis or taking buddah hits
I got the brain of 2 computer chips
(?) melly mel and dem
You'll never win, old school adrenaline
Verbal arsonist, larcenist slash narcissist
Rap styles nasty like a prostitute on jarvisist
Son I got the flyer brain
Rhymes so raw, I'm the brother who inspired Kane
Flow onto a higher plain
The beat maker, idol maker title taker
The fly flavor vocabulary skyscraper
Scam got the phater tracks
Tough like a battle cap
Props like word baccarat
Halifax and hacky sacks
Maestro's flavor's tight
I'm gonna reign tonight
Even Kanenites loves the way I flame the mic
Get the realist props at the meanest spots
Your girls on my jock you get tequila shots
Every time a needle drops
I be the rap savior from Asia to Malaysia
The 3 black kids from Yellowknife know I'm mega strife
Keep your eye on this rap scientist
Bitch niggaz still trying to do what I done in 89 and shit
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
Yo my dialogue brings attention
Sorta like the Shawshank redemption
I start adversaries wit the lyrics that I mention
I put a pro to shame niggaz know my name
Brother bow when they see me as if Jahova came
I got the betta shit forever slick
Peep the predicates
Bruce Banner grammar spray gamma ray
Don't make my sweater rip
I put a hoe in cheak
The microphone'll wreck
It's like a dime wit' no effect
Every time I blow connect
Fuck the calvelry I'm rolling wit the royal family
From Galilee to Bramely it's all about a salary
I eat you like a can o' Spam
I kick the framelan I slam a man
I ring more bells than Alexander Graham
Verbal Masicist who could flow as fast as this
Surpassing this fuck around your ass is hist'
It's a mystery
I be the first platinum act in history
I read the source article
Thanx for missing me
(Chorus)
Dean park, Dean park
My nigga Dime
My nigga Moses
![Bruno Mars - When I Was Your Man [Official Video]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/ekzHIouo8Q4/0.jpg "Bruno Mars - When I Was Your Man [Official Video]")
![THE LEGEND OF ZELDA RAP [MUSIC VIDEO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/mO1QBTG6EXs/0.jpg "THE LEGEND OF ZELDA RAP [MUSIC VIDEO]")
![Bruno Mars - Grenade [OFFICIAL VIDEO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/SR6iYWJxHqs/0.jpg "Bruno Mars - Grenade [OFFICIAL VIDEO]")
![Bruno Mars - The Lazy Song [OFFICIAL VIDEO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/fLexgOxsZu0/0.jpg "Bruno Mars - The Lazy Song [OFFICIAL VIDEO]")
![ULTIMATE ASSASSIN'S CREED 3 SONG [Music Video]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/12PWq22E9CQ/0.jpg "ULTIMATE ASSASSIN'S CREED 3 SONG [Music Video]")
![Bruno Mars - Locked Out Of Heaven [OFFICIAL VIDEO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/e-fA-gBCkj0/0.jpg "Bruno Mars - Locked Out Of Heaven [OFFICIAL VIDEO]")
![Bruno Mars - Treasure [Official Music Video]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/nPvuNsRccVw/0.jpg "Bruno Mars - Treasure [Official Music Video]")
![Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are [OFFICIAL VIDEO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131127143954im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/0.jpg "Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are [OFFICIAL VIDEO]")
