Intro:      The Maestro   Fresh Wes   the symphony    is in full effect      Verse 1:      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      Chorus:      drop the needle   drop the needle   drop the needle   drop the needle      Verse 2:      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   (yeah)   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      Verse 3:      (yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear)   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 mofo   thousand pages of poem make the microphone prone to stand alone   a Tallahasee lassie asked me   (Wes, how can you rap so rough, then get crappy?)   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 heroin   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      Verse 4:      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 fuck 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      Outro:      now freak me   (are you ready)   hit it   hit it   hit it Maestro   hit   hit it Maestro   hit it Maestro   Maestro   Maestro   hit it Maestro