Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn Lyrics - Naah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!! - Maestro Fresh Wes

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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 

Want to 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 piece of steal, yo 

I make a Black activist say 

(yes, that's my neigro) 

When I said the mic's my piece 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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