Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn

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