Текст песни Maestro Fresh Wes - Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn
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Chours:1 o`clock, 2 o`clock, 3 o`clock rockto the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hopput this in yo` collectionFresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsynI`m coming straight out of Canadafar from an amateurLT`s my DJ, Flex is my managerI flow so nice so they`re calling me the Maestrojust pass the microphonefuck the light showreal rap is in effectand I`m out to get wrecked on the mic-mecwhen I make a mic-checknot on the sloppy tipI`m harder than a hockey stickexciting niggas like Italian`s in a Rocky flickAdrianwatch me flow slow or flow fastI`ll even make a Spanish brother say no massI`m wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting youhold your smoking ass cheap shit, it`ll eventually catch up to youI can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspireshe`s on my back like my name`s Jacobey and Myer,(what`s your name?)it`s Fresh-Wes with the sweeter beatsI make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheatchorusI got more rhymes than Brits in a cathedralmy cerebral is lethalnobody`s equal, my people wanna hear a funky new style so get with itno dibby-dibby-dibby MC`s are permittedI`m wrecking it good(what else)collecting, injecting, and checking it good(where?)Lake Edna or your neck of the woodsI`m getting more blow than Chuck Mangeonynot a phonybut Joanie wanted me for holy matrimonygirls like my flavor cause I jam harderlet`s have a nice quiet dateyou, me, and my camcorderit`s like a power-burst, I`m more than just an hours worthI get down and dirty, but uh honeytake a shower firstyou can`t tell me that the bro`s soft,I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes offbut that`s a different chapterI`ve even got more rhymes than there`s groupies of Jack the rapper,on the microphone I slice you and make you say(I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)now is the apocolypseMC`s are clocking thisthey say they got skills but all I`m seeing is a flock of lipsacapella, or over a drum trackI`m funkier than a group of Jamacians after sun splashchorusthe word Maestro is teacher in ItalianoI`m from Toronto, causing drama on the the verazonoso come and check a real prograb the peice of steal, yoI make a Black activist say(yes, that`s my neigro)when I said the mic`s my peice I really meant itso just like the Blue Jays, I`m out to win the pennantso sucker chill, `cause every head I struck I killedoh, I don`t know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking illchorus