Drop The Needle Lyrics – Maestro Fresh Wes

Drop The Needle Lyrics by Maestro Fresh Wes

The Maestro
Fresh Wes
The symphony
Is in full effect

Let your backbone slide
Let it slip let the rythym rip
While my lyrics leave my lips
Ladies and gentleman kids of all ages

Watch a brother roamin’ on stages
Name rings a bell from state to state
Province to province till you can’t escape
It’s radius a margin

Bruisin’ bargin’
Blowin’ away blockades and still chargin’
Up the crowd while the introducer
Says the name they get looser looser

Maestro Maestro with magnitude
That’s longer than the lines of latitude
Going drop it to drop it
Topic to topic

Yo are you ready for the drop (yeah)
Then drop it
Drop the needle
Drop the needle

Drop the needle
Drop the needle
The needle drops like a pistol pops
Rocks the whole crowd they can’t stop

Ladies wave and rave like slaves
With this sound wave a guy’s Mr. Hayes
I pave a road where the poems explode drum
Globe to globe airlobe to airlobe

Started at zero now the Z rocks it
Zipcode to zipcode I should ziplock it
They won’t stop the chumps they just chop it
Chewin’ chunks and chunks and then shop it

On the homeplate and I hate
To hear my rhymes of a different rate
I should ostersize the eyes of spies
And destroy all districs for disguise

Dope
In the form of the highest mind
Of a hip-hop golliath rhymes
Make it easy to cruise

You get bruised if you’re not enthuised
Silence is lost as the holocaust comes down
When Wes goes off on the microphone
Cord or cordless

It don’t matter cause I rock the fresh vest
Hiroshima havoc and hurricaine
LTD is on the cut Maestro’s the name
The needle won’t skip or the crowd will flip to frantic

As I watch ’em drip
D draws back the wax like a bow
The bass is the arrow to break the poem I wrote
Blast it off like a rocket

Again are you ready for the drop
Then drop it
M-a-e-s-t-r-o
Smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow

I’ll be smoother
Runnin’ like silk
Starin’ at the mountains as melodies are built
Like Everest I’m ever ready for the prospade

I have a vest never fest just cascade
I’m a go on I’m a run and I’m a go on
And tell two friends
So on (so on)

I ain’t passive
I lamp with the dope state massives
Down with Scarborough
Down with the jungle

Down with Michee Mee
Down with Rumble
Down with self defense from flemo
This was a hit before it was a demo

Went to the studio with Pete
And Anthony to lay down the beats
And now it’s just too damn sweet
I’m the voice in the sonys walking down the street

Drop it
Chorus
I wear a black tuxedo
Black tuxedo

Black-black-black (oh my God)
A black tuxedo with the calm of Van Damne
Talk slang while the ladies hang
Runnin’ more hoes than close to a pimp

Rhymes so rugged they’ll make you limp
Some MC’s like to dance all night
But I like the brothers who can rock the mic
With base and adreanline big beats but then again

Nowadays most rappers sound femminime
Soft
They come off weak and they’re so-so
I’ll be down to the pound and jump m#f#

Thousand pages of poem make the microphone prone to stand alone
A Tallahasee lassie asked me
Cause I’m smooth
Making the people move

It’s like a cruise with a tape tune two-twenty-two
That’s a full forty four times more than a migraine
Unexplained like an unsolved mind game
The mastermind is defined as the maestro

Nitro glicseran sizillin’ height so
Comin’ ’em on with a scent of napomn
Droppin’ the bomb as I raise my baton on
And on the dawn

Inject the venemen
MC’s like a late dose of her#in
Cripplin’
Suckers be stagerrin’

I smoke the piece D does the daggerrin’
On the techniques he’ll tomahawk it
Are you ready for the drop (yeah)
Then drop it

Chorus
United States United Kingdom
The rhymes I bring them spread like syndroms
T.O. mixed it New York freshed it

All these def hits you can’t test this
Rhyme still buggin’ clock ’nuff duckin’
No wait yo hold up hold up
Now f#ck it

One hour flight and I’m captain
Like Jason I’m a take Manhatten
Each ceremony and every seminair
Another mar la parde you’re gonna get scared

I run a dead poll every rapper dread this
Boys be pain at the naming of the dead list
Or the red list the blood shed fest
Fist to fist on the mic you’re left headless

They broke into the vault like Capone
Didn’t find jack so they all went home
My vault could never be opened I locked it
Punks be scopin’ or hopin’ to pop it

Eighty nine is mine you can’t stop it
Are you ready for the drop (yeah)
Then drop it
Chorus

Now freak me
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it Maestro

Hit
Hit it Maestro
Hit it Maestro
Maestro

Maestro
Hit it Maestro
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Maestro Fresh Wes Lyrics – Drop The Needle

Maestro Fresh Wes

Drop The Needle