Chours:   1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock   to the beat that I drop when I flip my hip-hop   put this in yo' collection   Fresh Wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn      I'm coming straight out of Canada   far from an amateur   LT's my DJ, Flex is my manager   I flow so nice so they're calling me the Maestro   just pass the microphone   fuck the light show   real rap is in effect   and I'm out to get wrecked on the mic-mec   when I make a mic-check   not on the sloppy tip   I'm harder than a hockey stick   exciting niggas like Italian's in a Rocky flick   Adrian   watch me flow slow or flow fast   I'll even make a Spanish brother say no mass   I'm wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting you   hold your smoking ass cheap shit, it'll eventually catch up to you   I can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspire   she's on my back like my name's Jacobey and Myer,   (what's your name?)   it's Fresh-Wes with the sweeter beats   I make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheat      chorus      I got more rhymes than Brits in a cathedral   my cerebral is lethal   nobody's equal, my people    wanna hear a funky new style so get with it   no dibby-dibby-dibby MC's are permitted   I'm wrecking it good   (what else)   collecting, injecting, and checking it good   (where?)   Lake Edna or your neck of the woods   I'm getting more blow than Chuck Mangeony   not a phony   but Joanie wanted me for holy matrimony   girls like my flavor cause I jam harder   let's have a nice quiet date   you, me, and my camcorder   it's like a power-burst, I'm more than just an hours worth   I get down and dirty, but uh honey   take a shower first   you can't tell me that the bro's soft,   I do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off   but that's a different chapter   I've even got more rhymes than there's groupies of Jack the rapper,   on the microphone I slice you and make you say   (I knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)   now is the apocolypse   MC's are clocking this   they say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of lips   acapella, or over a drum track   I'm funkier than a group of Jamacians after sun splash      chorus      the word Maestro is teacher in Italiano   I'm from Toronto, causing drama on the the verazono   so come and check a real pro   grab the peice of steal, yo   I make a Black activist say   (yes, that's my neigro)   when I said the mic's my peice I really meant it   so just like the Blue Jays, I'm out to win the pennant   so sucker chill, 'cause every head I struck I killed   oh, I don't know, is it just me, or am I really that fucking ill      chorus