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416/905 (t.oparty Anthem) Lyrics - Built To Last - Maestro Fresh Wes

featuring LaToya & Miranda 

 

[Maestro] 

Who be the brother with the harder rap sippin' coniac 

You catch a heart attack rest your cardiac 

I'm takin' over the game like black quaterbacks 

And guaranteed to put Toronto on the party map 

Mr. Maes' in the flash out to make a splash 

Seen the gate open I'll be there went it closes 

Black Moses, slashing guns from the roses 

Take Tyra to the bank make Stacey wanna dash 

Misdemeanor, blown up like Hiroshima 

I love hip-hop like Scarface loved Gina 

I'm writin' words like a Novelist 

You're appluading this, astrologist 

Words flex like a nidlest 

Paragraph's gonna bury ya 

Make the dance floor move like Jamiriquai 

Take another blast of this nastiness, you blasphamis 

Get out the area 

Adversaries, they master this 

Stylin', I'm a splash you, when I crash through 

(Maestro's on the radio) 

Female rappers wanna hump me 

Crash crew knows I'm funky 

Salt jumped me, I made Pepa wanna bungee 

Knowing that my jams legit, banking chips 

Fort Langdon chicks, love to see me in spankin' whips 

Proper, I was the one who told Mase 

Save Mariah with the chopper, certified Cheif Rocka 

 

[Chorus: Maestro, LaToya & Miranda] 

416 to the 905 

Put your hands up in the air, move 'em side to side 

(We don't stop y'all, can't stop y'all, ah T-dot y'all, we make it hot y'all) 

And everybody in the place from east to west 

Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left 

(We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all, you gotta..) 

 

Come on, come on 

Yo yo yo 

[Maestro] 

I put the afro in the desiac, you're feelin' that 

Fans say "Wes, yo, where's the CD at?" 

Makin' sure the deal's phat 

Suckers try to flex, breakin' necks 

Leave 'em bleedin' like a hemophyliac 

Peep the way the Wes mingle, Toronto sex symbol 

Honey jingle, dancin' to the next single 

They be lovin' when I'm jammin' 'em 

Wham bam, thank you ma'am 

Knock 'em out, Rocky 3, Club Rolagin' 'em 

Bringin' mass to the media, thedia 

Rhymes iller than boulemia, laced with luekemia 

Causin' pandemonium 

How to rock the auditorium 

Vocally, I get high like Method Man and Reggie Noble be 

Mad Sedonians know, I'm showin 'em 

Poetry, laced with my potency 

[Chorus] 

Deadly with the loose leaf, 2-Rude produced beats 

 

I chill out, ease back, like Kool Kieth 

 

[LaToya & Miranda] 

Come on and do it 

Do it 

Yeah, come on, right 

What you wanna do? 

Come on and do it 

Unh, what you gonna do? 

Come on and do it 

What you gonna do? 

Maestro, what you gonna do? 

 

[Maestro] 

I got all these beats and a rhyme's attatched 

Formin' a creation you just can't match 

2-Rude got the rythym, and I rock mics 

We takin' airpline flights, at huge heights 

Like King Solomon, when I start polyin' 

More dope than marijuana 

We make it hot like a suana 

Metaphors got kick like Maradona 

The whole metropolitan will start followin' 

(the mad flavor kicker) 

Script flipper, rockin' on the higher set 

Watch how hot the fire get 

I score wit' crazy chicks 

Get 'em open like a Martin Scorcese flick 

Then I split to another spot (where?) 

Know who makes the party hot 

T to the dot, O to the 'nother dot 

 

[Chorus