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• Trigonometry - Maestro Fresh Wes
• Trigonometry - Saafir
• Trigonometry - Maestro

[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'
Ill 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
Alot 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

I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad [x5]
All day, all day, ery day, always
I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad [x2]
Out the side of the beat I slides out the gate like Snake Pliskin
with, heat fuming got more sauce than, Paul Newman
I'm the shit I'll make you bowel, movement
Runnin through em without the celery
Never embraced when thinkin cleverly is a felony
Hey hey, hey-hey hey, I got an A A-A in mixing elixirs
Remedies putting you under the laughing gas, like a dentist
If you seek I got prescriptions that work in three minutes
and some change, here's your receipt, here's your re-ce-ee-hee-pt
I keep saying that al-lee-hee, couldn't help me from these
em-cee-ee-hees, that keep saying wack rhizymes to enzymes
I regurgitate and reverse your fallopian tube growth, rate
You so fake you belong with a strong ass-whooping
I got your ass cooking, ho ho ho like turkey beefy bacon
is what you're feelin, just a professional opinion from the doc-torrr
You don't believe me then, let's take tests test me
Please do so so I can have ya, full Stranded at Sea like Caruso
Have you lookin over The Aftermath like Dr. Dre
Me make a mill-ion, lambingas they say
I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad [x4]
Ery day, all day, all day, always
I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad [x4]
I'm the type of ninja that'll laugh, then blast your ass
then pass the bomb that'll fuck with my concious a little but I'll stay calm
in it, armed, I'm all about self-preservation in a fighting stance
Always ready to get down then run up in your ass like ants
But I'd rather pull plants by the root and get, smoked
with my crew makin greenery, and scenery the vision of a landscape is
with a handful of papers, get the papers
with the President faces on the front, with the eagle grabbin arrows
and the pyramid, and the owl that shrunk, huh dollar bill y'all
It's amazing how you keep paper grazing my palms and I make it stick
like a magnet like a magnum never stagnant when I'm stickin it
Movin keep my motion, all blurred most likely, a visuallusion
I have you on the search for attachment, but not to focus
Have you won a contest as a finalist, on whose the brokest?
Flows stay saturated and drenched, I've never had to soak it
I'm the wrong breed to fuck with, I'm mixed with Grinch and locust
hocus motherfuckin pocus, say what?
I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad [x4]
I'm Saafir everyday all day always
Psssssh, nigga please while you countin sheep it's Z's
I be countin cheese curin that, wack rap disease
Me and Doctor Dot Blocker on the off switch leavin
your highbeams frost-bit, with overdose
Homo songs don't swing on the long, microphones
and if you're rich I'll send that doc-torrr to your mansion
while I'm, rock shit like avalanches
Makin your broad do dirty dances
You takin chances with them sleepin pills
Cause that's what got your conciousness
That's why I'm droppin this, don't sleep...
I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad [x5]
I'm Saafir, all day ery day, always
I'm Saafir, the Saucee Nomad
In here... (I'm Saafir) ...with the Porch Monkeys
(I'm Saafir) Bananas, Knuckles (I'm Saafir)
Bringin it to you (I'm Saafir)
One love to Mr. No No, for lettin me come on this track
and rip it for my poleops, that's it, hip-hop junkies and Porch Monkey

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