| Lyrics: | [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 |
