Maestro Fresh Wes - Drop The Needle Lyrics
Drop the needleIntroThe maestroFresh wesThe symphonyIs in full effect[maestro fresh wes]Let your backbone slideLet it slip, let the rhythm ripWhile my lyrics leave my lipsLadies and gentleman kids of all agesWatch a brother roamin on stagesName rings a bell from state to stateProvince to province till you cant escapeIts radius a marginBruisin barginBlowin away blockades and still charginUp the crowd while the introducerSays the name they get looser looserMaestro maestro with magnitudeThats longer than the lines of latitudeGoing tropic to tropicTopic to topicYo are you ready for the drop (yeah)Then drop itChorusDrop the needle x6Bust itDrop the needle[maestro fresh wes]The needle drops like a pistol popsRocks the whole crowd, they cant stopLadies wave and rave like slavesWith this sound wave the guys misbehaveI pave a road where the poems explode fromGlobe to globe, earlobe to earlobeStarted at zero now they xerox itZipcode to zipcode I should ziplock itThey wont stop the chumps they just chop itChewin chunks and chunks and then shop itOn the homeplate, and I hateTo hear my rhymes of a different rateI should ostracize the eyes of spiesAnd destroy all districs for disguiseDopeIn the form of the highest mindOf a hip-hop goliath rhymesMake it easy to cruiseYou get bruised if youre not enthusedSilence is lost as the holocaust comes downWhen wes goes off on the microphoneCord or cordlessIt dont matter cause I rock the fresh vestHiroshima havoc and hurricaneLtd is on the cut maestros the nameThe needle wont skip or the crowd will flip to franticAs I watch em dripD draws back the wax like a bowThe bass is the arrow to break bow and arrow andBlast it, off like a rocketAgain are you ready for the drop(yeah)Then drop itM-a-e-s-t-r-oSmoother than smooth can get plus tommorrowIll be smootherRunnin like silkStarin at the mountains as melodies are builtLike everest Im ever ready for the crossfadeI have a vest never fest just cascadeIm a go on Im a run and Im a go onAnd tell two friendsSo on and so on (so on, so on)I aint passiveI lamp with the dope state massiveDown with scarboroughDown with the jungleDown with michee meeDown with rumbleDown with self defense from flemoThis was a hit before it was a demoWent to the studio with peteAnd anthony to lay down the beatsAnd now, its just too damn sweetIm the voice in the sonys walking down the streetDrop itChorus[maestro fresh wes](yo maestro, tell em what you wear)Drop the needleI wear a black tuxedoBlack tuxedoBlack-black-black (oh my God)A black tuxedo with the cumberband damnTalk slang while the ladies hangRunnin more hoes than clothes to a pimpRhymes so rugged theyll make you limpSome mcs like to dance all nightBut I like the brothers who can rock the micWith bass and adrenaline big beats but then againNowadays most rappers sound feminineSoft *echoed*They come off weak and theyre so-soIll be down to the pound and jump mofoThousand pages of poems make the microphone prone to stand aloneA tallahasee lassie asked me(wes, how can you rap so rough, but yet classy? )cause Im smoothMaking the people moveIts like a cruise when ya take two two-twenty-twosThats a full forty four times more than a migraineUnexplained like an unsolved mind gameThe mastermind is defined as the maestroNitroglycerine sizzlin hype soComin em on with a scent of napalmDroppin the bomb as I raise my baton onAnd on the dawnInject the venom inMcs like a late dose of heroinCripplinSuckers be stagerrinI smoke the piece, d does the daggerrinOn the technics, hell tomohawk itAre you ready for the drop (yeah)Then drop itChorus[maestro fresh wes]United states united kingdomThe rhymes I bring them spread like syndromesT.o. mixed it, new york pressed itAll these def hits you cant test thisRhyme still buggin clock nuff ducketsNo wait yo hold up hold upNow ***** itOne hour flight and Im captainLike jason ima take manhattanEach ceremony and every seminarOn lmr Im hard, youre gonna get scarredI run a dead pool every rapper dread thisBoys be pain at the naming of the dead listOr the red list the blood shed festFist to fist on the mic youre left headlessThey broke into the vault like caponeDidnt find jack so they all went homeMy vault could never be opened I locked itPunks be scopin or hopin to pop it89 is mine you cant stop itAre you ready for the drop (yeah)Then drop itChorusOutroNow freak meAre you readyHit it maestro <-- scratched by dj ltdHit it maestro
