Intro:



The Maestro

Fresh Wes

the symphony

is in full effect



Verse 1:



Let your backbone slide

let it slip let the rythym rip

while my lyrics leave my lips

ladies and gentleman kids of all ages

watch a brother roamin' on stages

name rings a bell from state to state

province to province till you can't escape

it's radius a margin

bruisin' bargin'

blowin' away blockades and still chargin'

up the crowd while the introducer

says the name they get looser looser

Maestro Maestro with magnitude

that's longer than the lines of latitude

going drop it to drop it

topic to topic

yo are you ready for the drop (yeah)

then drop it



Chorus:



drop the needle

drop the needle

drop the needle

drop the needle



Verse 2:



the needle drops like a pistol pops

rocks the whole crowd they can't stop

ladies wave and rave like slaves

with this sound wave a guy's Mr. Hayes

I pave a road where the poems explode drum

globe to globe airlobe to airlobe

started at zero now the Z rocks it

zipcode to zipcode I should ziplock it

they won't stop the chumps they just chop it

chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it

on the homeplate and I hate

to hear my rhymes of a different rate

I should ostersize the eyes of spies

and destroy all districs for disguise

dope

in the form of the highest mind

of a hip-hop golliath rhymes

make it easy to cruise

you get bruised if you're not enthuised

silence is lost as the holocaust comes down

when Wes goes off on the microphone

cord or cordless

it don't matter cause I rock the fresh vest

Hiroshima havoc and hurricaine

LTD is on the cut Maestro's the name

the needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic

as I watch 'em drip

D draws back the wax like a bow

the bass is the arrow to break the poem I wrote

blast it off like a rocket

again are you ready for the drop

(yeah)

then drop it

m-a-e-s-t-r-o

smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow

I'll be smoother

runnin' like silk

starin' at the mountains as melodies are built

like Everest I'm ever ready for the prospade

I have a vest never fest just cascade

I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on

and tell two friends

so on (so on)

I ain't passive

I lamp with the dope state massives

down with Scarborough

down with the jungle

down with Michee Mee

down with Rumble

down with self defense from flemo

this was a hit before it was a demo

went to the studio with Pete

and Anthony to lay down the beats

and now it's just too damn sweet

I'm the voice in the sonys walking down the street

drop it



Chorus



Verse 3:



(yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)

I wear a black tuxedo

black tuxedo

black-black-black (oh my God)

a black tuxedo with the calm of Van Damne

talk slang while the ladies hang

runnin' more hoes than close to a pimp

rhymes so rugged they'll make you limp

some MC's like to dance all night

but I like the brothers who can rock the mic

with base and adreanline big beats but then again

nowadays most rappers sound femminime

soft

they come off weak and they're so-so

I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo

thousand pages of poem make the microphone prone to stand alone

a Tallahasee lassie asked me

(Wes, how can you rap so rough, then get crappy?)

cause I'm smooth

making the people move

it's like a cruise with a tape tune two-twenty-two

that's a full forty four times more than a migraine

unexplained like an unsolved mind game

the mastermind is defined as the maestro

nitro glicseran sizillin' height so

comin' 'em on with a scent of napomn

droppin' the bomb as I raise my baton on

and on the dawn

inject the venemen

MC's like a late dose of heroin

cripplin'

suckers be stagerrin'

I smoke the piece D does the daggerrin'

on the techniques he'll tomahawk it

are you ready for the drop (yeah)

then drop it



Chorus



Verse 4:



United States United Kingdom

the rhymes I bring them spread like syndroms

T.O. mixed it New York freshed it

all these def hits you can't test this

rhyme still buggin' clock 'nuff duckin'

no wait yo hold up hold up

now fuck it

one hour flight and I'm captain

like Jason I'm a take Manhatten

each ceremony and every seminair

another mar la parde you're gonna get scared

I run a dead poll every rapper dread this

boys be pain at the naming of the dead list

or the red list the blood shed fest

fist to fist on the mic you're left headless

they broke into the vault like Capone

didn't find jack so they all went home

my vault could never be opened I locked it

punks be scopin' or hopin' to pop it

eighty nine is mine you can't stop it

are you ready for the drop (yeah)

then drop it



Chorus



Outro:



now freak me

(are you ready)

hit it

hit it

hit it Maestro

hit

hit it Maestro

hit it Maestro

Maestro

Maestro

hit it Maestro