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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