Fine Tune Da Mic

Chorus x2. [maestro] fine tune da mic. [showbiz] engineer won't you check it. [maestro] it's the brother maestro. [showbiz] and showbiz is going to wreck it.

Drop The Needle

Intro:. . 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.

Dat's My Nigga!!

Chorus [maestro fresh wes]. It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper. They call me fresh wes (ah yeah dat's my nigga!). It's the mad flavour kicker, the script flipper.

Conducting Thangs

move with the Maestro. you feelin high so. ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo. so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck. symphony in effect was just a mic check.

Check My Vernacular

My rhymes are stinging like a killer bee. My cometition are wishing that killing me. For my similies and solioquies. They garbage, but I'm the largest.

Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn

[Chorus]. 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.

Brown Sugar

(Sugar, sugar, sugar) ( 4x ). It's like a hot fudge drippin down. Drippin down, drippin. You got me trippin. I'm almost slippin. Genuine, one of a kind.

Bring It On (remix)

[Maestro Fresh Wes]. My poetry is black like Jesus. You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes. Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems.

Bring It On

[maestro fresh wes]. My poetry is black like jesus. You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes. Past all you niggas with your silly shitty poems.

416/905 (t.oparty Anthem)

featuring LaToya & Miranda. . [Maestro]. Who be the brother with the harder rap sippin' coniac. You catch a heart attack rest your cardiac. I'm takin' over the game like black quaterbacks.

& Quot;dat's My Nigga!! & Quot ;

New Edition

[Intro: Tory Lanez]. Out her seat, I had her dancin' like the new edition. I added all this money, bitch, I knew addition. . [Hook: Tory Lanez]. Out her seat, I had her dancin' like the new edition.

Hard Concrete

While growin' up in the ghetto my time went fast. See, I be stealin' from the grown-ups, runnin' from the tasks. As I dash through the grass everyday skippin' class.

Ghetto Manifesto

[Unverified]. . I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court. I scribbled this on an application for county support. I practice this like a sport.

Gunsmoke

Smell the gunsmoke. Smell the gunsmoke. Smell the gunsmoke. Smell the gunsmoke. Smell the gunsmoke. Smell the gunsmoke. . I be having homicide running through my mind.

Get Up

Dead Prez, The Coup. People Army, where the G's at?. C'mon... Fuck the police. Ay why'all ready for this shit for why'all trunk?. Why'all ready to get this bitch crunk?.

Get That Monkey Off Your Back

I'm supposed to be draggin' my foot. Out your motherfuckin' ass. . Get that monkey off your back. Get that monkey off your back. Get that monkey, get that monkey.

Funk (remix)

I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe. Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe. Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha. Whose brother Elmo, looked like me.

Funk

I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe. Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe. Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha. Whose brother Elmo, looked like me.

Fuck A Perm (extended Version)

Dayaam, look at baby's hair over there and shit. Damn big 1970's Jackson's afro and shit. . Damn motherfuckers, always bein' like that. Apply three drips, rub softly with your fingertips.