[ltd] yo maestro, let's go. you ready man?    [maestro fresh wes] yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm ready   [l] yo, let's trash it up man. show all these suckers what time it is   [m] aight   [l] you know what I'm sayin', word. so here it is   [m] let's get it over with   [l] tear it up now      [maestro fresh wes]   Rolling, strolling, rockin' and rollin'   One hundred dollar bills I'm unfolding   Crowds are controling   Lyrics are golden, yes the beats dope   But nope it's not stolen   Words are forbidden, no I ain't kidding   Check any damsel, maestro is ridden   'nuff ammunition, capable precision   Kill competition, like a religion   Mcs I'm cussing, they ain't nothing   Egos I'm crushing, asses I'm busting   Fly girls I rack, skeezos I slap them   Sucker I jack up, I don't rap up      I tear it up!      Thy kingdom come, thy will be done   Too late to run, maestro is one   You're no ruler to me   You're more like a liar   You're just a squire handing out flyers   I am much higher, you're a low bidder   Wes pulls a trigger your get rigger   Nigga, ltd's an outstander   Mc fresh wes, a mc commander   Goto my show because I said so   I'm a pimp and the crowd is one big, (ho)   Viper, sniper, rhythmn rap writer   I hold the mic you're rowdy like piper   Hyperactive your rap is wack kid   Don't even breath or I'll rip like jack did   Helter skelter, deep belts a serious cut   My boys are ice melters   Well respected, dame's interested   Bulls in bank, invested      I tear it up!      Hi, why, brother that's dry   Drug free body and my rhymes are fly   You cuss, dis, lyrics are stiff   I smoke your ass like smoking a spliff   Won't cease my mic is my piece   Use of the alter with the high priest   Beast, bleak, your record is weak   We bought to break it on the concrete   I disregard it, ltd barred it   We holds the mic, you're a target      I tear it up!      Party's packed, b-boys jumping   Dames in the back, bumpin'   Beats go boom, the sound's in tune   Like hast to calhoun, we rock the room   Pay's low, fortress of mold   The frenzy will grow because I said so   So, hell no this is def   Hands be swinging from right to left   Fresh wes, is in the flesh   Ltd's on the set and it became blessed   Wine, grind 'til the sunshine   Bust the next rhyme, next time