Maestro Fresh Wes - Tear It Up lyrics

[LTD] Yo Maestro, let's go. You ready man? [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm ready [L] Yo, let's trash it up man. Show all these s**ers what time it is [M] Aight [L] You know what I'm sayin', word. So here it is [M] Let's get it over with [L] Tear it up now [Maestro Fresh Wes] Rolling, strolling, rockin' and rollin' One hundred dollar bills I'm unfolding Crowds are controling Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope But nope it's not stolen Words are forbidden, no I ain't kidding Check any damsel, Maestro is ridden 'Nuff ammunition, capable precision k** competition, like a religion MCs I'm cussing, they ain't nothing Egos I'm crushing, a**es I'm busting Fly girls I rack, skeezos I slap them s**er I jack up, I don't rap up I tear it up! Thy kingdom come, thy will be done Too late to run, Maestro is one You're no ruler to me You're more like a liar You're just a squire handing out flyers I am much higher, you're a low bidder Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger n***a, LTD's an outstander MC Fresh Wes, a MC commander Goto my show because I said so I'm a pimp and the crowd is one big, (HO) Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer I hold the mic you're Rowdy like Piper Hyperactive your rap is wack kid Don't even breath or I'll Rip like Jack did Helter Skelter, deep belts a serious cut My boys are ice melters Well respected, dame's interested Bulls in bank, invested I tear it up! Hi, why, brother that's dry Drug free body and my rhymes are fly You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff I smoke your a** like smoking a spliff Won't cease my mic is my piece Use of the alter with the high priest Beast, bleak, your record is weak We bought to break it on the concrete I disregard it, LTD barred it We holds the mic, you're a target I tear it up! Party's packed, B-boys jumping Dames in the back, bumpin' Beats go boom, the sound's in tune Like hast to Calhoun, we rock the room Pay's low, fortress of mold The frenzy will grow because I said so So, hell no this is def Hands be swinging from right to left Fresh Wes, is in the flesh LTD's on the set and it became blessed Wine, grind 'til the sunshine Bust the next rhyme, next time