Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn lyrics

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?) -acap
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