[Maestro Fresh Wes]

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

With the hardest style to disregard

Check your cartridge, on your tech-niques

Wes speaks, over the best beats

Fresh until the next week

I'm outlandish, I bandage the mic bringing anguish

I'm sturdy when doing the dirty language

And, it's time for me to raise my velocity

No animosity, my philosophy's a prophecy

Hipocracy, no that's the cameleon

How old are you evein(?), they rhyming like comedians

They make me laugh because they styles are scrupulous

My body is my temple, my brain is my nucleus

A great exapmle of Allah's perfection

You're moving to the sounds of my fat selection

I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura

Yo, check my vernacular



You need to devote more...

Time into rhyming if you're hoping for dope scores of folklore

Creating a style and grow with it

Be prolific don't solicit

Be scientific, if it's wack go visit

The department of labour, the harder flavour

You can't savour, do rap a favour be a waver

In the front row, where the stunts go

'Cause the chumps know you can't flow

Plus, you're too gun ho

My rhymes are bionic, far from demonic

My phonics are supersonic, you're embryonic

I spray you like insecticide or pesticide

Let's decide the best vibe for Wes to ride

Cool, time for me to synchronize bass and highs (for my enterprise)

I'm simply spectacular, smooth like an Acura

Yo, check my vernacular



Break it down



I'm smoother than the Philharmonics with my killer phonics

And melodic, shit I'm fuc