Maestro Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn Lyrics

Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn Lyrics

Chours:
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

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 pass the microphone
fuck 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 niggas like Italian's in a Rocky
flick
Adrian
watch me flow slow or flow fast
I'll even make a Spanish
brother say no mass
I'm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting
you
hold your smoking ass cheap shit, it'll 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

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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,
butterfly, 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 apocolypse
MC's
are clocking this
they say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of
lips
acapella, or over a drum track
I'm funkier than a group of Jamacians
after sun splash

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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 peice of steal, yo
I make a Black activist
say
(yes, that's my neigro)
when I said the mic's my peice I really meant
it
so just like the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the pennant
so sucker chill,
'cause every head I struck I killed
oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I
really that fucking ill

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