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
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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
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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
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Dean park, Dean park My nigga Dime My nigga Moses Peace
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
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[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
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
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[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
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
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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
