Drop The Needle Lyrics - Symphony In Effect - Maestro Fresh Wes

Intro: 

The Maestro 

Fresh Wes 

the symphony 

is in full effect 

Verse 1: 

Let your backbone slide 

let it slip let the rythym rip 

while my lyrics leave my lips 

ladies and gentleman kids of all ages 

watch a brother roamin' on stages 

name rings a bell from state to state 

province to province till you can't escape 

it's radius a margin 

bruisin' bargin' 

blowin' away blockades and still chargin' 

up the crowd while the introducer 

says the name they get looser looser 

Maestro Maestro with magnitude 

that's longer than the lines of latitude 

going drop it to drop it 

topic to topic 

yo are you ready for the drop (yeah) 

then drop it 

Chorus: 

drop the needle 

drop the needle 

drop the needle 

drop the needle 

Verse 2: 

the needle drops like a pistol pops 

rocks the whole crowd they can't stop 

ladies wave and rave like slaves 

with this sound wave a guy's Mr. Hayes 

I pave a road where the poems explode drum 

globe to globe airlobe to airlobe 

started at zero now the Z rocks it 

zipcode to zipcode I should ziplock it 

they won't stop the chumps they just chop it 

chewin' chunks and chunks and then shop it 

on the homeplate and I hate 

to hear my rhymes of a different rate 

I should ostersize the eyes of spies 

and destroy all districs for disguise 

dope 

in the form of the highest mind 

of a hip-hop golliath rhymes 

make it easy to cruise 

you get bruised if you're not enthuised 

silence is lost as the holocaust comes down 

when Wes goes off on the microphone 

cord or cordless 

it don't matter cause I rock the fresh vest 

Hiroshima havoc and hurricaine 

LTD is on the cut Maestro's the name 

the needle won't skip or the crowd will flip to frantic 

as I watch 'em drip 

D draws back the wax like a bow 

the bass is the arrow to break the poem I wrote 

blast it off like a rocket 

again are you ready for the drop 

(yeah) 

then drop it 

m-a-e-s-t-r-o 

smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow 

I'll be smoother 

runnin' like silk 

starin' at the mountains as melodies are built 

like Everest I'm ever ready for the prospade 

I have a vest never fest just cascade 

I'm a go on I'm a run and I'm a go on 

and tell two friends 

so on (so on) 

I ain't passive 

I lamp with the dope state massives 

down with Scarborough 

down with the jungle 

down with Michee Mee 

down with Rumble 

down with self defense from flemo 

this was a hit before it was a demo 

went to the studio with Pete 

and Anthony to lay down the beats 

and now it's just too damn sweet 

I'm the voice in the sonys walking down the street 

drop it 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 

(yo Maestro, tell 'em what you wear) 

I wear a black tuxedo 

black tuxedo 

black-black-black (oh my God) 

a black tuxedo with the calm of Van Damne 

talk slang while the ladies hang 

runnin' more hoes than close to a pimp 

rhymes so rugged they'll make you limp 

some MC's like to dance all night 

but I like the brothers who can rock the mic 

with base and adreanline big beats but then again 

nowadays most rappers sound femminime 

soft 

they come off weak and they're so-so 

I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo 

thousand pages of poem make the microphone prone to stand alone 

a Tallahasee lassie asked me 

(Wes, how can you rap so rough, then get crappy?) 

cause I'm smooth 

making the people move 

it's like a cruise with a tape tune two-twenty-two 

that's a full forty four times more than a migraine 

unexplained like an unsolved mind game 

the mastermind is defined as the maestro 

nitro glicseran sizillin' height so 

comin' 'em on with a scent of napomn 

droppin' the bomb as I raise my baton on 

and on the dawn 

inject the venemen 

MC's like a late dose of heroin 

cripplin' 

suckers be stagerrin' 

I smoke the piece D does the daggerrin' 

on the techniques he'll tomahawk it 

are you ready for the drop (yeah) 

then drop it 

Chorus 

Verse 4: 

United States United Kingdom 

the rhymes I bring them spread like syndroms 

T.O. mixed it New York freshed it 

all these def hits you can't test this 

rhyme still buggin' clock 'nuff duckin' 

no wait yo hold up hold up 

now fuck it 

one hour flight and I'm captain 

like Jason I'm a take Manhatten 

each ceremony and every seminair 

another mar la parde you're gonna get scared 

I run a dead poll every rapper dread this 

boys be pain at the naming of the dead list 

or the red list the blood shed fest 

fist to fist on the mic you're left headless 

they broke into the vault like Capone 

didn't find jack so they all went home 

my vault could never be opened I locked it 

punks be scopin' or hopin' to pop it 

eighty nine is mine you can't stop it 

are you ready for the drop (yeah) 

then drop it 

Chorus 

Outro: 

now freak me 

(are you ready) 

hit it 

hit it 

hit it Maestro 

hit 

hit it Maestro 

hit it Maestro 

Maestro 

Maestro 

hit it Maestro