The Maestro
 Fresh Wes
 the symphony
 is in full effect

 Verse 1:

 Let your backbone slide
 let it slip let the rythym rip
 while my lyrics leave my lips
 ladies and gentleman kids of all ages
 watch a brother roamin' on stages
 name rings a bell from state to state
 province to province till you can't escape
 it's radius a margin
 bruisin' bargin'
 blowin' away blockades and still chargin'
 up the crowd while the introducer
 says the name they get looser looser
 Maestro Maestro with magnitude
 that's longer than the lines of latitude
 going drop it to drop it
 topic to topic
 yo are you ready for the drop (yeah)
 then drop it

 Chorus:

 drop the needle
 drop the needle
 drop the needle
 drop the needle

 Verse 2:

 the needle drops like a pistol pops
 rocks the whole crowd they can't stop
 ladies wave and rave like slaves
 with this sound wave a guy's Mr. Hayes
 I pave a road where the poems explode drum
 globe to globe airlobe to airlobe
 started at zero now the Z rocks it
 zipcode to zipcode I should ziplock it
 they won't stop the chumps they just chop it
 chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it
 on the homeplate and I hate
 to hear my rhymes of a different rate
 I should ostersize the eyes of spies
 and destroy all districs for disguise
 dope
 in the form of the highest mind
 of a hip-hop golliath rhymes
 make it easy to cruise
 you get bruised if you're not enthuised
 silence is lost as the holocaust comes down
 when Wes goes off on the microphone
 cord or cordless
 it don't matter cause I rock the fresh vest
 Hiroshima havoc and hurricaine
 LTD is on the cut Maestro's the name
 the needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic
 as I watch 'em drip
 D draws back the wax like a bow
 the bass is the arrow to break the poem I wrote
 blast it off like a rocket
 again are you ready for the drop
 (yeah)
 then drop it
 m-a-e-s-t-r-o
 smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow
 I'll be smoother
 runnin' like silk
 starin' at the mountains as melodies are built
 like Everest I'm ever ready for the prospade
 I have a vest never fest just cascade
 I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on
 and tell two friends
 so on (so on)
 I ain't passive
 I lamp with the dope state massives
 down with Scarborough
 down with the jungle
 down with Michee Mee
 down with Rumble
 down with self defense from flemo
 this was a hit before it was a demo
 went to the studio with Pete
 and Anthony to lay down the beats
 and now it's just too damn sweet
 I'm the voice in the sonys walking down the street
 drop it

 Chorus

 Verse 3:

 (yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)
 I wear a black tuxedo
 black tuxedo
 black-black-black (oh my God)
 a black tuxedo with the calm of Van Damne
 talk slang while the ladies hang
 runnin' more hoes than close to a pimp
 rhymes so rugged they'll make you limp
 some MC's like to dance all night
 but I like the brothers who can rock the mic
 with base and adreanline big beats but then again
 nowadays most rappers sound femminime
 soft
 they come off weak and they're so-so
 I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo
 thousand pages of poem make the microphone prone to stand alone
 a Tallahasee lassie asked me
 (Wes, how can you rap so rough, then get crappy?)
 cause I'm smooth
 making the people move
 it's like a cruise with a tape tune two-twenty-two
 that's a full forty four times more than a migraine
 unexplained like an unsolved mind game
 the mastermind is defined as the maestro
 nitro glicseran sizillin' height so
 comin' 'em on with a scent of napomn
 droppin' the bomb as I raise my baton on
 and on the dawn
 inject the venemen
 MC's like a late dose of heroin
 cripplin'
 suckers be stagerrin'
 I smoke the piece D does the daggerrin'
 on the techniques he'll tomahawk it
 are you ready for the drop (yeah)
 then drop it

 Chorus

 Verse 4:

 United States United Kingdom
 the rhymes I bring them spread like syndroms
 T.O. mixed it New York freshed it
 all these def hits you can't test this
 rhyme still buggin' clock 'nuff duckin'
 no wait yo hold up hold up
 now fuck it
 one hour flight and I'm captain
 like Jason I'm a take Manhatten
 each ceremony and every seminair
 another mar la parde you're gonna get scared
 I run a dead poll every rapper dread this
 boys be pain at the naming of the dead list
 or the red list the blood shed fest
 fist to fist on the mic you're left headless
 they broke into the vault like Capone
 didn't find jack so they all went home
 my vault could never be opened I locked it
 punks be scopin' or hopin' to pop it
 eighty nine is mine you can't stop it
 are you ready for the drop (yeah)
 then drop it

 Chorus

 Outro:

 now freak me
 (are you ready)
 hit it
 hit it
 hit it Maestro
 hit
 hit it Maestro
 hit it Maestro
 Maestro
 Maestro
 hit it Maestro