Maestro - The Maestro lyrics

[Maestro Fresh Wes] I can't keep still, I can't keep calm I think I feel another brainstorm coming on Pure LSD, that's what I'm climbing Not Lucy in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming Lyrics so dope and microphones smoking Straight down your throat and that's why you're choking I ain't joking, that's why you're stifling Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap rifling Rhyming, no reurns or recycling A fresh batch to MCs I'm frightening Funky and fighting, stay in striking My brainstorm's like thunder and lightening Beats go boom, sound is in tune You're a joker, a riddler, I'm Dr. Doom You say doctor who? *echoed* I tell you, my symphony is you and your crew It's the danger dome using the Maestro zone Like Supertramp take the long way home I used to ill, now I build Rock rhymes like Bills(?) set up to k** When it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallor Like Al B., Maestro is sure Something's wrong, that's why I'm singing my song How long will this go on? When Ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging But when he clocked gold, they started tagging Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling "3 day later" he's from the islands Turn off my radio, turned up my stereo Day in and day out each and every day you know In Ontario the same old scenario They didn't hype Lennox Lewis just Mario *echoed* Egerton, broke necks in his hand But if his name was Shawn, they'd let him hang He be the main man, I be the witness It's the same in the music business 'Cause I'm from T-O y'all are afraid to rate me You underestimate thee Intellect, while Farly Flex My rhymes on the cuts LTD selects I'm the Maestro "Fresh" "Wes" The Maestro "Fresh" "Wes" Maestro "Fresh" "Wes" You're a lyrical Lucifer, big beat burgular My monologue make me a ma** murderer Microphone mangler, s**er boy strangler Walk(?) to my rhythmn raises rips in your Wranglers Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just quit Go be a pilitician because you talk 'nuff... 'Nuff what? *echoed* 'Nuff sh** because my rhymes you bit If you were a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit I'm a dentist, I'm going to drill ya You just a cavity creep, I'm going to fill ya After this appointment, I'm going to bill ya 'Cause all you s**er sound so familiar I'm going go-got style, no innuendo I floss I float, you know, a crecendo Flex is upgrading, LTD's blading Like a waterfall, Maestro's cascading Evervessing(?), testing I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing Hip hop waiter, rap oretorio Rhymes a gwan pouring out my portfolio Squeezing, not bleak or bland 'Cause my vernacular is of a vintage brand I'm the Maestro, "Fresh" The Maestro, "Fresh" "I was born" A Don, because I'm like Don Won(sp?) The missing link between Tyson and the great Lynn Swan Punk, I really hate your rap I press the greater wax You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed* Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get some Play me in reverse take a sip of my redrum A reason rhyme murder, snap your verte- Brae make you sway away, that's a word of Wisdom, solely expressed To express with soul for W-E-S I may never win a Grammy, or a Juno But that's okay because I know that you know The undisputed, number one MC No rockstar could touch this poetry 'Cause I'm the Maestro The Maestro, "Fresh" ** REPEAT 'TIL FADE **