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[Maestro]

Who be the brother with the harder rap, sippin' coniac

You catch a heart attack, rest your cardiac

I'm takin' over the game, like black quaterbacks

And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map

Mr. Maes' in the flash, out to make a splash

Take Tyra to the bank, make Stacey wanna dash

Seen the gate open, I'll be there went it closes

Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses

Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima

I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina

You're appluading this, astrologist

Words flex like a nidlest

I'm writin' words like a Novelist

Paragraph's gonna bury ya
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Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai

Get out the area

Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis

Adversaries, they master this

Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through

(Maestro's on the radio)

Crash crew knows I'm funky

Female rappers wanna hump me

Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee

Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips

Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips

Proper, I was the one who told Mase

Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka

[Chorus: Maestro, LaToya