[LTD] Yo Maestro, let's go. You ready man?

[Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm ready

[L] Yo, let's trash it up man. Show all these suckers what time it is

[M] Aight

[L] You know what I'm sayin', word. So here it is

[M] Let's get it over with

[L] Tear it up now



[Maestro Fresh Wes]

Rolling, strolling, rockin' and rollin'

One hundred dollar bills I'm unfolding

Crowds are controling

Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope

But nope it's not stolen

Words are forbidden, no I ain't kidding

Check any damsel, Maestro is ridden

'Nuff ammunition, capable precision

Kill competition, like a religion

MCs I'm cussing, they ain't nothing

Egos I'm crushing, asses I'm busting

Fly girls I rack, skeezos I slap them

Sucker I jack up, I don't rap up



I tear it up!



Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Too late to run, Maestro is one

You're no ruler to me

You're more like a liar

You're just a squire handing out flyers

I am much higher, you're a low bidder

Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger

Nigga, LTD's an outstander

MC Fresh Wes, a MC commander

Goto my show because I said so

I'm a pimp and the crowd is one big, (HO)

Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer

I hold the mic you're Rowdy like Piper

Hyperactive your rap is wack kid

Don't even breath or I'll Rip like Jack did

Helter Skelter, deep belts a serious cut

My boys are ice melters

Well respected, dame's interested

Bulls in bank, invested



I tear it up!



Hi, why, brother that's dry

Drug free body and my rhymes are fly

You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff

I smoke your ass like smoking a spliff

Won't ce