Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn - Maestro

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 

         chorus 

         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