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Maestro Fresh Wes lyrics - Built To Last

416 (T.o. Party Anthem)

Original and similar lyrics
move with the Maestro you feelin high so ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck symphony in effect was just a mic check you fell for the bait and got decapitated destiny inflated evaporated gone like a doo drop you try to crush me now hear comes a true drop of rhymes my coltivation atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station resigning I'll refine my lines and poor the metaphore while the blind decline I'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs [Chorus] conducting thangs oh eh ahh I wrote a jam called Private Symphony now girls are fly to be private nymphs for me lingere neglege and all that they wanna get on the Maestro love mat well I'm single and I won't surrender so many romy's that want the tender when it comes to money the Maes don't joke so don't f around with my federal notes I'm live on stage D's on the fader the set is def so my mic's like a lightsaber two tigers are always dis even if i had a lisp I'd still sound crisp cause I'm a brother who's real not fake and I heard Robert Palmer wants to do a remake, huh when it comes to rhymes don't steal or take be origanal don't duplicate cause I'm 5 foot 10 but big like Ben Johnson I'm the black Charles Bronson death wish death wish death wish I run a dead pool you're number one on my list so step aside step back step off I'm gonna tour on your girl now she thinks he's soft Fresh Wes is sweet like molasses when I hit the clubs I scoop so many ass... ..istance, no I go solo my brother yeah, word to the mother iI'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs [chorus] because I'm from Canada don't think i'm an amateur cause I'm so fly I'm dropping dope like Panama last year I wore a black tuxedo the chicks paid to see me in my silk black speedos in my whirl pool or in my jacuzi with a uzi on the side the Maes don't snooze from Toronto with sex appeal dark skin with curly hair unlike Curly Neal I don't play ball cause I can't throw it down but my rhymes make it sweeter than Sweet Georgia Brown no beginner but a winner, pass the champagne girls be on my jock, they can expect a 12 from my hanes I never change i was made to lay low, you know lie low stay cool and drink milo and I still chill with my homies Ebony and Bungalo Bill to all the girls that i duped before on tour I'm comin back for more cause the new LP, huh, you're gonna have love it me and LT, huh, and easy does it and do it easy Farley Flex and Floyd we give a word to the unemployed so party hardy while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs I'm couducting thangs course verse 4: high packed concert halls and packed domes you went crazy when you first heard Backbone the club jam that made ya hype are you on the floor, cause I'm on the mic the base ya flet made ya mouth felt frozen then you scream roll over Behtoven since he was a youth Maestro drove hard now I'm the modern day ebony Mozart the man of the hour to sweet to be sour from Bichmont just north of Glendower those who appose I will devower because I'm asia-adican I got the power to say the kind of rhymes that make you say hot damn isn't that the brother that went to lamb the kisses I deliver are like champagne ??? or bambino put the ladies insaine when it comes to girls don't mess with Wes by the time you clock digits I got the address so many freaks on the Maestro tip is it me my conducters stick or my money I'm no fool that's why I'm just playin it cool to all the girls who used to dis the Maes say I could have been like Ice T's wife on the cover of the albums with gold medallions but you blew it so take a valium and just swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs Chorus

Rework The Angles

featuring Defari Evidence: (Punch in) I punch in this Club Elaine Punch out just pissed in Hurricane When this is done things will never be the same Peace to mega trend setters along I'm never taggin' Word Tameer and ah year of the Dragon In '76 born bomb lyricist Ever since I stun the mic and drums I keep 'em crisp From that events which occur in dense fog Accumulates clouds monsoons and thick smog By the way this is protected by the green that I'm smokin' With the key to unlock your mind I get it open Ajar mad far I kick you out the drivers listen Dilated Peoples place in po position While suckers steady fishin' I got that big catch Lead you to the trap door switch on the latch My name is Evidence and my mic a strike on any match (in fact) After this track we'll have 'em stuck like tacks Hook: It's the one two three MCs Now it's our turn to burn and blaze for always (X2) Defari: I keeps it rough and rugged rugged and rough A lot of kids think they hard oh my God I call they bluff And pull they cards like the king of hearts A lot of these cats act well enough to play the parts But I see through that's why I stay true And keep it real Rhymes worth more than eighty mil I blaze records like a circle on magnify Precise laser beam lyrics (who you?) Heru Defari Oh me oh my these botty bwoys gon have ta die They can run and hide but Allah know every Sodomite That's why righteousness prevails through every verse Me have to ? down Babylon and live free of curse Or free of evil strictly rough rhymes fro the People Dilated together we bond like seamen We breathin' with Reggie White style defense Raise you hand if you're tired of the rapper man who don't make sense Lyrics of gold rhymes are worth more than bill folds All you wack MCs give back them styles that you stole You owe Your dues are questionable You're a longtime criminal there's a hit out on you Hook (x4) Iriscience: I create to devastate Deep space blast off Make you salivate like pets of Pavlov Lines like bar codes but no mark of the beast Givin' peace to pioneers of the parks in the east From LA at it's finest the name is Iriscience Or Mr. Iristyle I hold material like Linus David to Goliath is me to the mindless I hope I haven't been chipped so satellites can't find it Big up to Iodine I try to get in touch Big Up to Defari for comin' through in the clutch Lyrically, I pick 'em apart like Coleef Prophecy of Garvy manifest Salacee Concoring lion 225th in the line So I choose to entertain AND uplift the mind Dilated never wack crew Ready set and tatoo Understand that rocker don't Throw Stone I throw statues Hook

Take A Rest

GANG STARR "Step In The Arena"
Now what you hear is not a test Sugarhill Gang (cut up 4X by DJ Premier) [Guru] Well goodness gracious let me just take this time out to pull a rhyme out and update this For you and yours simply because Some MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says sick 'em Positive is the mindstate but it could still mean that I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and They think they know things, like what I'm about and They try to analyze criticize scandalize The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize Realize, that I'm not to be played with I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks Bankin my money, and investin it wisely Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me I'm the dominant one, call me the prominant one And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime or crunchtime, when they get done without warning I'll bust that butt from nighttime til morning Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring much points cause when it's time to throw joints I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage I invade the stage, and make you get off The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off And that's just in case you might be wearin a vest Cause you're simply a pest in this mess I suggest you Take a rest If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest -- KRS-One (DJ Premier cuts 2X) [Guru] Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear and concise with a nice dope voice and killin the fakes like a taste of some poison Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their voices are all flat They're findin their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays Days will go by, and soon you'll know why MC's like me will rise like the Enterprise Starship, headin straight for the target Destination, a place where no perpetration is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four train Or any other train in the city, for that matter Playin a role that they stole like a batter But I know they ain't so I'll paint the real picture My vocals go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha square in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed I'm gonna bust that bubble on the double take a rest (DJ Premier cuts take a rest for the chorus) [Guru] Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out But you can't blame me, for bringin disaster With all these ducks, claimin that they're the masters Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster Now they're wondering how they lost their touch Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much I'm the innovative one, call me the creative one and I won't stop til the job is done All the slobs just run when I come to get some Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter They get bust you can trust cause I won't let a booty-ass rapper get wins against me? I guarantee that I won't act friendly Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick No substance, no value, but nevertheless They're gettin daytime play but I still say they should take a rest (DJ Premier cuts take a rest for four bars, then song fades)

Mortal Combat

Big Daddy Kane "It's a Big Daddy Thing"
The kiss of death on a rap pick Then you get a slap quick, so guard it with Chapstick In other words, protect and hold your own It only takes one punch to get head flown Fists of fury, suckers get buried Cause the Kane got more spice than curry I am the flavor down on paper And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors Rhymes that'll sting your face like a quick jab And I'm rubbin em in just like Vicks say I'm captivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatin Motivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatin Rhymes they're worth their weight in gold, bold, never sold to a bidder That claim to glitter, you're so bitter like kitty litter As for damage, don't tell me what another do Cause I quote that I'm R-A-W So make room, cause fighters are doomed Try to consume, and make your own tune A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket You're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kicked For frontin like you hittin hard when your arms are too short, to box with God So don't even touch cause I come with too much Address and bless any mic that I clutch And for a rapper to challenge my freestyle He must be senile, and that's why meanwhile back at the ranch... There goes the asiatic chosen one that's expandin with a new branch So many slept on the nonchalant act Now wake up sucker this is mortal combat you say daddy I don't want none... -- gt; Kool Moe Dee (repeat 4X) I seize and freeze MC's with these degrees Put me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld please I break it down, to bring on the next act Rappers are so full of shit, they need Ex-Lax So stop griffin, your mind is driftin Prepare yourself cause I get swift and captivate the crowd but you can't understand At times I gotta say to myself, God damn! As I get hot, and still be gettin warmer And I don't have beef with no other performer Keep to myself never bother another But if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker! Frontin MC's that be tryin to rip need to save it, and don't even play with me when I react like a volcano eruptin I step to you and say, Now what's up then every word'll be just like surgery Cuttin you open so rush to emergency Or even bow to your knees and below Or get played like a game of Nintendo J-O-K-E-S ain't my style I ain't a child that's why I don't smile I combine a line designed to find behind the mind so devine the other rappers resign As I go on, from night to morn Beginning to end, from Knowledge, to Born Whenever rappers are lookin for static Looks like a job for King Asiatic An-y, send-me, competitors Then again, it might just be better to just slow down you don't wanna throwdown I get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-round Feel the wrath of a Big Daddy duel rhyme And competition, prepare for wartime Be alert for where I drop the bomb at As I destroy you with mortal combat you say daddy I don't want none... -- gt; Kool Moe Dee (repeat 4X) I roll so bold with soul control the whole patrol of folders molders towin black gold So let it be said, let it be read Cause I lead ahead, of others who rhymes are old as Pro-Keds Tryin to diss the Big Daddy repetoire Moi You steady screamin out a antique segment wrote As I just play em like a pregant roach and STOMP EM For tryin the forbidden Your rhymes ain't hittin, boy you won't be gettin none of, or in front of, cause every one of my adversaries, lack, you little son of o-bit-uary column, and read your name If you ever try to step to the Big Daddy Kane So any claimin or aimin to be champion against me Psssh, can't be one I rank supreme and it's a rapper's dream to scheme and fiend for my technique but redeem Cause there's only room for one teacher Wise words from a wise man'll reach ya I teach freedom, justice, and equality Peace to the brothers and sisters and follow me Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours Slaves, from mental death in power That's the reason before I drop this bomb I say peace to the Nation of Islam ( Make you say (6X) daddy I don't want none... ) -- gt; Kool Moe Dee ( Make you say, say, da-daddy I don't want none... ) ( Make, ma-ma-make, make you say daddy I don't want none... ) ( Make you say (6X) daddy I don't want none... )


JEDI MIND TRICKS "Legacy Of Blood"
[Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I built with Alexander the Great He told the Persians they should stay gone Then he told me about the Oracle of Amar He gave me no clue, where it is Men feared time, yet time feared the pyramids He gave me more jewels, he told me that Amenhotep was a moral tool, I can't overstand hieroglyph So I called Killah Priest, and he taught me how to follow it I walked through the Valley of the Kings With a white robe, white rose and what I will brings And your whole team Judas, my road thin, gold skin like Juicis I speak the dialog of the dead, I practiced the same more tactics In King Arthur's head, so let the swordsmen kill the beast It's a Legacy of Blood, with Vinnie Paz and Killah Priest [Chorus: Stoupe cuts up samples] [CL Smooth "Sun Won't Come Out"] "The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness" "And on this burst, you'll gave work to the worst Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice" [Killah Priest] I paint flows with the feathers from the wings of angels Red ink from saint blood, nigga, you ain't thug Stare into the face of a king's mug Crush grape, feel the wine jug, ill thoughts Build from the mind of rhyme, rose, off the tongue like fine rugs Let me walk you through this, for the clueless I'm Shakespeare'ing, with grey earrings Speak like Tiburians, write novels Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah And half owl, I took the path of Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead Street Apostle We shoot 'em feds, use them hollows Bullets spread, til they meet Diablo Stars in enlightment, Priest meet with Jedi Mind Tricks Reach them climates, where you can't breath Stay high off that dead weed, in the mind is where I plant seeds To grow fruit, of king's so brute, of army troops Mighty men in celestial suits You need healing, my mic give you incredible boost Where I use satellite vision, stare at my alphabetical soup Plus I use the Big Dipper to take, more than one scoop, it's Priesthood [Chorus: Stouple cuts up samples] "Straight up, we serve justice So if they can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is" - Smif-N-Wessun "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice" "And on this burst, you'll gave work to the worst Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice" [Vinnie Paz] I studied element 1-15, with the Eloheim Saw the Canaanites, Sumerians, and the Philistines This is street gospel, if you don't believe In life at Mars, that mean the beast got you You don't wanna see me and Killah Priest hostile You don't wanna see, desert eag' heat pop you This is Mothman Prophecy, walk back To the sand of Iraq, and let the prophet breath Returned all our water in the Tracik seas And walk in the wall with armor that I copped in the breeze Then I shoot the thieves, with a long arrow Studied Imhotep, to be a strong Pharoah It's a war when the God's spit It's Allah, when I split the ice birds, in the often I don't care what the cause is And I'mma ride for my fam, no matter what the cost is [Outro: Vinnie Paz] [Stoupe cuts samples to end] Yeah, Vinnie Paz, Killah Priest, yea Priesthood, Maccabeez, yeah, Army of Pharoah Aight? Yeah

Pump Your Fist

Kool Moe Dee "Knowledge Is King"
I'm T-N-T And I just can't lose An emcee with a fuse When it's lit I hit With the lyrical wit Of a scientist Tryin' this Sugar coated Rhyme loaded With gunpowder Now see how the Crowd will yell louder Now the Rhyme is dropped You hear a pop You think it's a shot But you just can't stop Your heart vibrates At my rate So why wait I hate to be irate Anger causes rhyme combustion Like a tornado winds start gustin' Rhymes unload reload and explode Riding on the same wave Malcolm X rode On a higher level cause I left the rest Outcast outlast f- the press When I hit it's like a bulldozer Boom and there goes ya Whole world up in smoke Cause when I go I go for broke Yo I'm on the hyped tip I get on the mic with Tunnel vision Cause I'm mic whipped Strung from the lung to tongue I breathe rhymes That come from A zone that's hidden And forbidden If any man enters Good riddance Cause a mortal mind Is just no contest The rhyme zone Is my conquest The Twilight Zone Will seem like child's play Am I a genius I'll say I'm so cool And yet so hyped When I'm on the mic It's something like World War II Remember Pearl Harbor Fireworks But don't bother To run for cover You don't escape On record Compact disc or tape Once you play it The fuse is lit An explosion You gettin' hit Rhythmic prophecies Visions visions I forsee Me blowin' up in your face Now stop to see Smoke fumes In the shape of a mushroom Cloud the room Cause I went boom I'll light the sky Like Halley's Comet When it comes to rap I'm it I'm blowin' up I'm blowin' up For the fans that crave Hip hop with relevance I'm here to save Rap from an early grave Like a god I gave Life to the mic As I watch it enslave All the sellouts Who yell out Obscenities and spell out Money to propell out Of the ghetto But like Othello You kill the mic A cappella You're in the rap cellar You rap like Rap is a dash for cash You'll run out of gas It's a marathon How long can you last With repetitious nothing Renditions of something You can't create So you imitate the pumpin' Only the strongest Can last the longest I last My reign is the longest In hip-hop history Check the book Victory after victory Man look Rappin' is a science The mic is an appliance So I applied it To an alliance of words Put 'em in a rhyme zone Blow 'em up Like a time bomb Other emcees Caugt the debris Little bits and pieces of me Put my ideas on A track you laid Is like pulling my pen Like a grenade I'm blowin' up Clap Your hands to that Old track that brought back The man that rap Better than the next man I take an ex-fan And make 'em rock harder than any other can Whoever didn't understand My game plan Should feel ashamed Like a lame Cause I'm the same man That ran the rap yard for years Worked hard for years Never got paid slaved and starved for years Then other rappers came off With rhymes that were soft I went with the flow And you said that I fell off Don't be bogus Where's your focus Did what I had to do to make you take notice Now the dollar's rolling No more holding Back the rap attack I'm back on top controlling The whole rap game again Like I did way back when Def Jam was a dream I mean I was slaying men I opened my eyes realized and revised How to get paid Money was made Cause I'm wise Enough to do anything So I did it Weak rappers forget it We've passed the time Of the nickel and dime rhyme The proof is in the pudding that's Why I'm blowin' up I'm blowin' up Whoever thinks he wants some He don't want none He's got to be insane Or plain dumb But if you think You got something to prove Jump make your move But come in a tank And ten suits of armor I won't whip ya I'll bomb ya When you're on fire It still ain't enough Cause I won't just bury you boy I'll blow ya up

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