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?) -acap