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Maestro
Yo, brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son Been in this game a long, long, long time Still strivin' though Yo, ninety nine It's the visine baby, it's the visine Yo I build with Israelites, Rastafarians, God bodies F-o-y, sony, Muslims, T.O. to Brooklyn Many nights in Bedsty, blazin' trees out in Cali With brothers from frat, sippin' henny, mad friendly Got Toronto's rap title to Maracitles Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club Listen, check my rendition Performed for royalty and politicians Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time I was the one who used to say (eighty nine is mine) I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] (these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game (these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes (these eyes) seen my name written in lights (these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life (these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me So I recelect, remember Kid Capri On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya neck Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton Makin' beats with S and gellin' them Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy Toa, Ice-T and Public Enemy Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me Couldn't stand to see a brother shine Player haters always workin' overtime I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition [Chorus] Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin' Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice Another song in the key of life Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty Seen God starin' in the mirror, black I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan I want my lyrics written out like esco To show the rap world how the industry slept So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin' Son, stick to your vision, out [Chorus] |
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I know the feeling
Yeah, yeah Ain't a damn thing changed Check it out, check it out Still in da game My man in the studio Ain't a damn thing changed Big Snow Yeah, yeah Peace to all my niggas in the gasoline Get your mack upon a candy queen Make her shake it like a tamborine Get your money from a honey Then you bounce like a man be on a trampoline Chicken heads wanna get next to me Molestin' me, sexually, I give 'em ecsatcy I'm with the lamb, not less to be Get a fat bag of weed from Chesterlee Mother fuckers didn't know I had the skills to last So feel the wrath, money, 'cause I'm built to last My records ain't hard to sell Kardinal know I'm hard as hell I make your backbone flip, do the dip Make your brain cells flip, 'cause I'm intricate At a table I sit, makin' it legit When my pen hits the paper (ahh) Do a record with Snow, gots to blow My last name's Fessional, first name's Pro Flippin' the script Hit chicks with the thickets and biggest of hips Head from the prettiest lips Put a rum in you, and you'd be comin' too Nice and slow, baby, tell me what you wanna do I'm l to freaks, nobody else is deep Even Rapheal Saddiq Nobody could step to this, Mr. Wes is the best with this Honeys undress with this I made another record in a second And I realized still I'm getting stress for this *High, high, high We still not a superstar, still no (still in the game) Ooh, go (ain't a damn thing changed) No no no no no (all around the world people know the name...) Time run, I'm (...but they didn't know the price of the fame) Still in the game (still in the game) Maestro (ain't a damn thing changed) And the one named Snow (all around the world people know the name...) High high, high high (...but they didn't know the price of fame) From the Mardi Gras to the Shangrala Get a couple hookers over for menage-a-trois Hit 'em from the back, honey stack Knock 'em down like a lumberjack, still they wanted money, black Niggas wanna see me drop instead of see me rock Still I'm gonna reach the top I'm still in the game, ain't a damn thing changed Still got the claim to fame When I am thinking, I can't understand How a women gets women and a man, ah, get mad you wanna hear it from the Maestro man Slow down, son, slow down Niggas ain't understandin' you, son *Repeat Ladies dreamin' Steady feenin', screamin' Me and Snow be gleamin' And we feenin', while in limousine and *Repeat Take out one of us, take your car Any way I've come with the message that today will be a brighter day Who goes to the down in Janurary South till May Big as Buju Banton, me cultured, and ah Don't forget To the front to the back to the side to the dock Me Come up in, talkin' about you be a big deal Wherever you are It's quater to one like slurrin' my speech Gettin' champagne on my new car Call out to the area, man And come inside Woah, Maestro Oh, and now you know, and Snow Rude boys, standin' on the corner square where I beat up your mind, me, I'm the don Sing a sing sing high |
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(yo yo, yo yo)
Yeah Here's some food for thought (you love to hear the story, again and again) [Chorus] This is the shit that niggas die for The shit they breath for Sweat and cry for Sacrafice their life for Civlized turned to savages Mainly out for lavish gifts Check the story, check the story This is the shit that niggas pray for, every night And take bullets ricochet Some would even slay for Civilized turned to savages Mainly out for lavish gifts Check the story, check the story Yo, I knew a brother named G G was heavy weight Niggas tried to emulate Sellin' weight's how he did it Out to make another G Never finger-printed Neighborhood drug lord, he'd make you say (G) how'd he do it? Had the blocked locked down Pullin' levers out for treasures Like black ceaser with the ledges G smoked Benson off his hedges Crack conisour, ghetto godfather Got you checkin' out the saga I remember when he made a few bucks They called him Poo, but That was way before he blew up He grew up But still he wasn't easy G was movin' speedy His team started to say (This mother fucker's gettin' greedy) Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed Didn't like the way he started to flex (what the fuck |
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Choclair]
Now on the twenty sixth The day after the holyest I met this dark skinned black Girl that was stacked Brown eyes that mesmorized my mind and kept me locked Doing night rides, just make a pit stop at Bluffers Park Watch the sun rise, sick and I, then we hit the thighs We can do it all, then we did it all, had a ball Going out for dinner with these candlelights crackin' Making love on the beach straight up, like spankin' it I love the ruby red lips, Onyx skin color Liked her more than all the others For real, she's my lady My strip bonafide, at times, drove me crazy But never think twice to make a man feel nice Cooked me a gold curry with some peas and rice There was other girls around, but she would suffice See, people called me whipped when I was at John Paul But when my sugar cane hit the sugar walls that was all The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall She's the quintessential Pedistal she was on Held the monumental It's no lie, in my eye she's a diamond in the ruff Kept her buff, so she shine [Chorus: In Essence] You make me feel like I'm all in love You are the only one I think of Quintessential love, quintessential love You are the only one Make me feel so in love Quintessential love, quintessential love [Black-1] Sippin' Bailey, smokin' sess when I first met you Steady flashin', I be askin' What's your name, what's your sign, who you with If you don't mind Miss Quintessential A perfect physical facial Swap digits, plan dates, yo we hit late shows Went down to Lake Shore, my chocolate Laura Secord At the seaport, aires earthborn, independent Make bucks, when we argue, make enough for sure Room three, constolation resort Me, my philly, sight see mega city ends caramel complex, coconut skin Feelings for you, you make a brother wanna sing (what) You make a brother wanna sing [Chorus] [Maestro] It's unanimous G-O-D got his hand in this no televangelist can hang with this and do his thing with this Honey got the meanest style, the sweetest smile Body from the amazon, face from the Fuji Isle Her name's Tina-ray, father was a green beret I went to Lamarou, she went to Cedebrey Nothing's purer, she stimulated my medula Luteniat Uhura, rock, it shines like a jewler On the down low, she might smoke a little wreffer Watchin' Living Single when Latifah play Khadijah Other brothers try to cash it But honeys got assets like Angela Bassett Chicken heads could never match it Very ambitious, funny and affectionate In public she's a lady, in bed, we triple-xin' it Even mom loves her, she's gettin' mega props She's forever hot, plus she cooks a mean pepper pot A hype lover, she'd make a nice mother She got me open, like Toni Braxton on the vibe cover She's sweet as candy, always understand me I take her by the hand and we skate like Ty and Randy Her magic glass hole, got me tellin' the truth Her braclets plot my game, so I couldn't seduce She kissed me on the cheek and told me simple and plain On her birthday, she wanted an invisible plane [Chorus] |
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there's been just a slight delay folks,
they just had a little technical problem, please be paitent. You know you're gonna see one of the best shows you've seen in a long, long time. The Maestro will kick some butt here) Back in this kid Straight up and down Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now, son It's the Maes', baby [Chorus] Boo nigga, the heat's on nigga Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't Yo yo From Galloway to Waterloo I slaughter troops Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt Watchin' college hoops Y'all don't wanna scuffle That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey You're faked to pull a muscle In a tussle, I'd take you Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit (gotta break you) Fuck you and your fake crew I'm the deadliest verbal monster Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka The black Moses, I blessed you Mr. Maes', back to the rescue Got poetry to hoes and dress too I'm top gunnin' I'm over comin' My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say (mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin') Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine You'd best beleive Even Lebanese chicks never leave Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv nigga [Chorus] I'm screamin' on all you emcees Like Isrealites and white people You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone Mixed with cheeba You'd never win, G You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son) From Brampton to the Hamptons Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson The brother with the phattest beats From here to Anthens, Greece I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein [Chorus] |
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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 And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map Mr. Maes' in the flash, out to make a splash Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash Seen the gate open, I'll be there went it closes Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina You're appluading this, astrologist Words flex like a nidlest I'm writin' words like a Novelist Paragraph's gonna bury ya Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai Get out the area Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis Adversaries, they master this Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through (Maestro's on the radio) Crash crew knows I'm funky Female rappers wanna hump me Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips Proper, I was the one who told Mase Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka *416 to the 905 Put your hands up in the air, move 'em side to side (We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all) And everybody in the place from east to west Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left (We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all, you gotta..) Come on, come on Yo yo yo I put the afro in the desiac, you're feelin' that Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?" Makin' sure the deal's phat Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac Peep the way the Wes mingle, Toronto sex symbol Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em Wham bam, thank you ma'am Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em Bringin' mass to the media, thedia Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia Causin' pandemonium Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em How to rock the auditorium Vocally, I get high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be Poetry, laced with my potency Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth *Repeat Come on and do it Do it Yeah, come on, right Come on and do it What you wanna do? Unh, what you gonna do? Come on and do it What you gonna do? Maestro, what you gonna do? I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched Formin' a creation you just can't match 2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights We make it hot like a suana More dope than marijuana Metaphors got kick like Maradona Like King Solomon, when I start polyin' The whole metropolitan will start followin' (the mad flavor kicker) Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set Watch how hot the fire get I score wit' crazy chicks Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick Then I split to another spot (where?) T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot Know who makes the party hot *Repeat (x2) |
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| 3:56 |
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Chorus:
Brother's analyzing it Other's strategizing it 416 or 905 who got the liver shit Holocaust and homicidal shit rap scholar Off the Walla, content heart Mic brawla Brother's analyzing it Other's strategizing it 416 or 905 who got the liver shit Holocaust and homicidal shit rap scholar Off the Walla, content heart mic brawla Verse 1: Peep the chemistry you niggaz couldn't fuck wit my legacy Full court furry reign and microphone supremacy First time my father breathed Super star scholar seed Apollo creed notes'll make a brawler bleed Rhyme record the microphone's a deadly murder weapon Like Albe Shore's eyebrows shots be connecting You ain't shit to me Don't ever think of dissin' wit your sinistry My ministry your wizardry writin' in calligraphy Gothic my facial feature's like a prophet You can't stop it I'm taking money out your pockets I got crazy stamina far from an amateur I'm representin Canada Fuck you and your manager I write smarter I strike harder Brother's duck and cover up Sorta like Clinton wit whitewater Toronto golden child you know the dial My flow is wild hitting Balboa style and never go to trial The illa vet on the slicker set Wit the bigger threat I make a nigga flex Fuck his bitch at the Cineplex The rap champion from Brampton to the Hamptons I keep the party ampin Wit the mic temper tantrums (Chorus) Verse 2: You pugilist or ludicrist You either new to dis or taking buddah hits I got the brain of 2 computer chips (?) melly mel and dem You'll never win, old school adrenaline Verbal arsonist, larcenist slash narcissist Rap styles nasty like a prostitute on jarvisist Son I got the flyer brain Rhymes so raw, I'm the brother who inspired Kane Flow onto a higher plain The beat maker, idol maker title taker The fly flavor vocabulary skyscraper Scam got the phater tracks Tough like a battle cap Props like word baccarat Halifax and hacky sacks Maestro's flavor's tight I'm gonna reign tonight Even Kanenites loves the way I flame the mic Get the realist props at the meanest spots Your girls on my jock you get tequila shots Every time a needle drops I be the rap savior from Asia to Malaysia The 3 black kids from Yellowknife know I'm mega strife Keep your eye on this rap scientist Bitch niggaz still trying to do what I done in 89 and shit (Chorus) Verse 3: Yo my dialogue brings attention Sorta like the Shawshank redemption I start adversaries wit the lyrics that I mention I put a pro to shame niggaz know my name Brother bow when they see me as if Jahova came I got the betta shit forever slick Peep the predicates Bruce Banner grammar spray gamma ray Don't make my sweater rip I put a hoe in cheak The microphone'll wreck It's like a dime wit' no effect Every time I blow connect Fuck the calvelry I'm rolling wit the royal family From Galilee to Bramely it's all about a salary I eat you like a can o' Spam I kick the framelan I slam a man I ring more bells than Alexander Graham Verbal Masicist who could flow as fast as this Surpassing this fuck around your ass is hist' It's a mystery I be the first platinum act in history I read the source article Thanx for missing me (Chorus) Dean park, Dean park My nigga Dime My nigga Moses Peace |
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| 4:08 |
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Maestro]
Maestro This joint over here is dedicated to all the single mommys All the single mommys worldwide, this is for y'all Maestro, just hold your head For real, check this shit out yo You're a black Mona Lisa named Tanisha Bonafide features Aires' my sign, you're a libre Got my open on your Etheopian attitude Your body queen of the empire, I feel your fire Your eyes are hazel, and everytime that your perform graze my nasal I wanna french kiss your naval Got the joint I wanna put a lock on, box I wanna knock on Give me a finger one time, I'll put a rock on I used to dick many, I stick plenty Now I sit back, relax, cool out And meditate on a life I never thought of before You got me open, look what's happenin' Ill thoughts are vanishin' I'm managin' to formulate goals and plans Plus I know your daughter love me 'Cause everytime I leave your crib she wanna hug me But don't sweat it, I'll treat her like my own You're not alone, let's build a home I'm in the zone [Chorus: Jason Simmons] We got it sewn, baby We got it sewn You're never alone 'Cause we got it sewn [Maestro] You make me wanna effervess when I hit your treasure chest Never fess, finish college though, boo Just one semester left And they'll never be a cuter nurse, that's how I feel It's me and you against the universe, you know the deal I represent the land, you represent the water Motivated by your strength, plus the way you raise your daughter (on the real) She's a part of me, 'cause she's a party of you To start a family, is what I wanna do Alot of niggas can get a single mother stressed Get the child attatched, then the brothers wanna jet You know my repitoire, I'll never leave you 'Cause you're top-notch Just like the cutie that my pops got I hold it down with your crib still I taught your daughter how to read and plus I'll help you keep your fridge fill So study hard, I got your back, you're not alone Let's build a home, I'm in the zone [Chorus] [Jason Simmons] I'll be the shoulder you can cry on I'll always be around No need to worry 'bout a thing I'll never let you down We got it sewn [Maestro] I never met a greater dime, you were made to shine Single motherhood ain't easy, but you keep your state of mind A special friend to me, your ebony shell is heavenly Your pedigree, your feminity is givin' me energy To make a flyer plan, movin' to a higher land Fuck walkin' behind, boo, you walk beside your man That's what the others say, but you got another way Don't get out of bed, sweetheart, happy mothers day You know the deal, I got your back, you're not alone We got it sewn, Let's build a home I'm in the zone All the single mommys, just hold your head Mr. Maes' signing out now [Chorus] |
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| 4:44 |
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Maestro]
This joint's dedicated to all emcees Yo, stay focused with this A'ight Stay strong, stay dedicated Maestro Check it out, yo Yeah yeah, yo I'm still smashin' it So compassionate House of Commons want me on the cabinet The graduate who got the phattest shit I splatter shit Niggas better scatter when I'm splashin' it Flashin' it Pass the record books and watch me shatter shit I made the city hot Rhymes makin' niggas drop Even free-stylin' when CKLN was fifty watts Then I built the strategy Gradualy, I planned to be The greatest from the city Brothers started stabbin' me Made your backbone slide to this, glide to this Brothers jealous 'cause their sons couldn't shine like this It ain't my fault that my song's phat It ain't my fault that my pops loved my mom, black I made the bomb track Kids were jackin' for beats when my rap hit the streets I went to church and even signed my autograph for the priest When my track was released, you noticed me Toronto prodigy of poetry Even white chicks were faintin' over me The flyer boss, toured like Diana Ross It kills me when I see you young brothers tryin' to floss You got a long way to go to keep the hip in the hop I left in ninety two, it's like the fukin' industry stopped But it's on, don't panic Emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still [Chorus: Wade O. Brown] We're gonna make it happen We're gonna make it shine We're gonna make it happen It's a race against our time Oh, oh, oh We're gonna make it happen [Maestro] Yeah, yeah, yeah I remember when my pops took me to this lady She said she couldn't beleive how many shady people wanna slay me She said they wanna wreck you, they wanna wet you But don't sweat it, your ancestors will protect you Many nights I woke up, frozen stiff, couldn't move Stayed calm, bible open on the twenty third song Who could it be now A brother that I ripped, an old school shorty that I used to hit (go figure) In life I learned cats'll try to hurt you That's why I gotta stay tight with my family, and keep a small circle Many broads said to me, that my seed they wanted to carry Didn't love me at all But to shine, they wanted to marry Sayin' "let's sex tonight", but I'm a skeptic type It's a rougher world That's why it's tough to trust a girl Never the less I'm maintainin', with pure determination Two junos, plus ten nominations No way I'm gonna crumble, I stayed humble I reminisce when K-4CE teamed up with MC Rumble T-dot, nineteen eighty six, turned the party out Gave love, but didn't have to sweat the brothers down south It's on, don't panic, emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still [Chorus] [Wade O. Brown] I know, for sure That we're bound to make it In time, we'll find It's the sky of ????? Oh oh oh We're gonna make it happen We're gonna make it, We're gonna make it [Maestro] Yeah You could never make the city smile You're Conway Twitty style Silly pile for real You ain't a willy child I cap your dome, everytime I rap alone Plus the way I chaperones, make the feds tap a phone I elevated you, you know who educated you Peace to Ron Nelson, he put me on in eighty two Now I'm comin' back I got the stunning tracks Spreadin' love to all my peeps and show the younger cats Hit 'em with the phattest songs Fuck the sprint, it's a marathon I seen alot of shit, now I'm passin' it on I love Redman and Naughty shit But now I'm on some Barry Gordy shit I need another forty hit It's on, don't panic Emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still It's on, don't panic Emcees stay frantic It's automatic, we makin' audio dramatic Lyrically I'm a bill, at the top of a hill Show my sons how to chill, and make the city stand still [Chorus] |
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