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1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock
to the beat that I when I flip my hip-hop
put this in yo'
Fresh Wes without a rhyme is certs without the retsyn

I'm coming straight out of
far an amateur
my DJ, Flex is my manager
I flow so nice so they're me the Maestro
just pass the
fuck the show
rap is in effect
and I'm out to get wrecked on the
when I a mic-check
not on the tip
I'm harder a hockey stick
exciting niggas like Italian's in a flick

watch me flow or flow fast
I'll even a Spanish brother say no mass
I'm wrecking you, you, disrespecting you
hold your smoking ass cheap shit, eventually catch up to you
I can make the phony retire, tendoroni
she's on my back like my Jacobey and Myer,
(what's name?)
it's Fresh-Wes with the sweeter
I make you smile the brother on the red box of cream of wheat

I got more rhymes than Brits in a
my cerebral is
nobody's equal, my
hear a funky new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby MC's are
I'm it good
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and it good
(where?)
Lake Edna or your of the woods
I'm getting more blow than Mangeony
not a
but Joanie wanted me for matrimony
like my flavor cause I jam harder
let's have a nice quiet
you, me, and my
it's like a power-burst, I'm more just an hours worth
I get and dirty, but uh honey
a shower first
you can't me that the bro's soft,
I do the patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that's a different
I've even got rhymes than there's groupies of Jack the rapper,
on the I slice you and make you say
(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his are kind of nice too)
now is the
are clocking this
they say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a of lips
acapella, or over a track
I'm funkier than a group of after sun splash

the word Maestro is in Italiano
I'm from Toronto, causing drama on the the
so come and check a pro
grab the of steal, yo
I make a activist say
(yes, my neigro)
when I said the mic's my peice I really it
so just like the Jays, I'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, every head I struck I killed
oh, I don't know, is it me, or am I really that fucking ill