Maestro Fresh Wes

Maestro Fresh Wes - Make The City Stand Still lyrics

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[Maestro]
 This joint's dedicated to all emcees
 Yo  stay focused with this
 A'ight
 Stay strong  stay dedicated
 Maestro
 Check it out  yo

 Yeah yeah  yo
 I'm still smashin' it
 So compassionate
 House of Commons want me on the cabinet
 The graduate who got the phattest shit
 I splatter shit
 Niggas better scatter when I'm splashin' it
 Flashin' it
 Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit
 I made the city hot
 Rhymes makin' niggas drop
 Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts
 Then I built the strategy
 Gradualy, I planned to be
 The greatest from the city
 Brothers started stabbin' me
 Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this
 Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn't shine like this
 It ain't my fault that my song's phat
 It ain't my fault that my pops loved my mom, black
 I made the bomb track
 Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets
 I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest
 When my track was released, you noticed me
 Toronto prodigy of poetry
 Even white chicks were faintin' over me
 The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross
 It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss
 You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop
 I left in ninety two, it's like the fukin' industry stopped
 But it's on, don't panic
 Emcees stay frantic
 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

 [Chorus: Wade O. Brown]
 We're gonna make it happen
 We're gonna make it shine
 We're gonna make it happen
 It's a race against our time
 Oh, oh, oh
 We're gonna make it happen

 [Maestro]
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I remember when my pops took me to this lady
 She said she couldn't beleive how many shady people wanna slay me
 She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you
 But don't sweat it, your ancestors will protect you
 Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn't move
 Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song
 Who could it be now
 A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit
 (go figure)
 In life I learned cats'll try to hurt you
 That's why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle
 Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry
 Didn't love me at all
 But to shine, they wanted to marry
 Sayin' "let's sex tonight", but I'm a skeptic type
 It's a rougher world
 That's why it's tough to trust a girl
 Never the less I'm maintainin', with pure determination
 Two junos, plus ten nominations
 No way I'm gonna crumble, I stayed humble
 I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble
 T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out
 Gave love, but didn't have to sweat the brothers down south
 It's on, don't panic, emcees stay frantic
 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

 [Chorus]

 [Wade O. Brown]
 I know, for sure
 That we're bound to make it
 In time, we'll find
 It's the sky of ?????
 Oh oh oh
 We're gonna make it happen
 We're gonna make it, We're gonna make it

 [Maestro]
 Yeah
 You could never make the city smile
 You're Conway Twitty style
 Silly pile for real
 You ain't a willy child
 I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone
 Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone
 I elevated you, you know who educated you
 Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two
 Now I'm comin' back
 I got the stunning tracks
 Spreadin' love to all my peeps and show the younger cats
 Hit 'em with the phattest songs
 Fuck the sprint, it's a marathon
 I seen alot of shit, now I'm passin' it on
 I love Redman and Naughty shit
 But now I'm on some Barry Gordy shit
 I need another forty hit
 It's on, don't panic
 Emcees stay frantic
 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still
 It's on, don't panic
 Emcees stay frantic
 It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic
 Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill
 Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still

 [Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Attic

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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