Maestro Fresh Wes (Maestro) - Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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 pa** the microphone f** 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 n***as like Italian's in a Rocky flick Adrian Watch me flow slow or flow fast I'll even make a Spanish brother say no ma** I'm wrecking you, disconnecting you, disrespecting you I told you smokin' that cheap sh** would 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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, bu*terfly, 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 apocalypse MC's are clocking this They say they got sk**s but all I'm seeing is a flock of lips A Capella, or over a drum track I'm funkier than a group of Jamaicans after Sunsplash [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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 piece of steal, yo I make a Black activist say (yes, that's my negro) When I said the mic's my piece I really meant it So just like the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the pennant So s**er chill, cause every head I struck I k**ed Oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really that f**ing ill [Hook] 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