Lyrics The Maestro Zone - Maestro Fresh Wes

Maestro, your a serious social problem and an epidemic
The Maes on the mic device stands stall
Like a rock of Gilbrartor your the Berlin Wall
Cause you all fall blame and roll just like oliviae
When I'm reciting you'll be biting like a bouviae
Lock jaws on my drawers so like a harpoon
Rocking like pat boones sucking like vacuums
Trick on my rhymes like rhyme from a round cup
Your swallowing your sipping your swerve just like a slush pup
And your rhymes are lousy but I'm so funky i get frowzy
And when Im frowzy I stay fresh so many cavity creeps on the maestro fresh
Criss cross until a crippler crazy, dirty dance like patrick swayze but your lazy
You couldn't face me and just out stanks to be frank on my bank is bigger than tom hanks
And tank couldnt shank a spank in a crank hit or plant it stop the pranks and the motherfucking antics
Im too gigantic your frantic your void again paranoid when i stamped em'
Stomped and prompt when i romp on the competition
Cause they chomp and to wish and hope and pray for a way to delete me
They could never defeat me, I'm controlling like Al Capone, Your in the the maestro zone

If your names on my roster, its gonna cost ya
A barry motherfuckers alive like chicago mafa
Harsh when I squash a brain posher in a war field but my name aint ma-tha
From the ghetto straight to suburbia I'm the murderer spraying the herbia
Servia bee a board the mack and row
Bringing niggas to the mall cause i capped and cone
Now I kiss my ride and diss the slide, I shot the crew then i kissed the bride
Faster than tony dossat you lost it, i'm not like an angel like farrah fawcet
Im drama and christopher when im dissing ya
Kissing the up till your fist to fist in your face
You whacka then a brother will fake contacts you got a demo whose got the contract
So don't step to the mic gee, and nicely you get kicked like tai chi
And tak won, when the lights on camera action i break a movie rappers a faction
Vigourous rigorous and ambiguous i just cant dig the viggeris without a niguous
Your pussy foot around but Im too hip you tip toe like tiny tim through the tulips
And trent, your two lip slipped and your tongues too young you dumb dumb
You havent even become to come
In nineteen ninety one i'm gonna roam in every state with a microphone im from the dome
Im gonna roll like a rolling stone, gather the clones, you in the maestro zone

You wanna spar at a seminar meet the cemetary
Cause im bolder and your gravel and you drive her like a willberry
Like a fairy and im a barry adversaries the enemies necessary
Take a punch with a crunch like nestle wesley is busier your dizzier than dizzy gillespie
Let's be for real and a stifle I rifle the punks and trifle like a devils disciple
Here comes the ear and an eyeful, precise, I colder than shake dice the maes will
Missus the muscle you scareder than petro fast words of a mazaradi yours is a metro pass
Ask yourself whose the real storm trooper you can't compare no a bob to a pea shooter
So let the fresh lee here for the next bree or taking like rex reed making you text bleed
Truer than rick rude i made an intrude, niggas sweating bullets shittin bricks and pissing ice cubes
Unprofessional, easily detectable, spectacles, are glued to my testicles
Movin' round like a bunch of homosexuals, I turn fruits into vegetables
Breaking bones on the micophone, your in the maestro zone

Niggas can't test my felatio ratio I serve a mother to the curb turn her virgin in to an H-O
Bust the kicks then Im under her sheets, for fun i took a nun when i was done just when i church scream
So dont step to the black box and strippin your hoes and turn your nose like jack frost, your lost
Your shit ain't spit to the black mack, dees got my back come attack cause im strapped
To the verse never use to the source kick ass like chuck norris fast like mercury morris
On the globe I'm the latest and the greatest I strip an I rip like a scarborough rapist
Critical, my rhymes are political I leave the mic smoking niggas smooth like a miracles
In this affair, Im here to tear tax wax and break and shake like shakespere
The tykes on the mic say yikes when I strike I have a paragraph rap when i snipe
On the lam, strand to strand T-O to Cali, head to head and toe to toes up my alley
My words take out nerds like potsi, your all like a nazi, when they pop a paparazzi
This aint no happy day, this is a tough town for a rough round
And I'm a sword to the sunshine, your in the maestro zone